I’m just a little goby and I swim above the sand
I’m glad to live beneath the waves and not upon the land
I hear there’s cats and birds up there that love to dine on fish
So as a little goby I’m right here where I would wish
My fins kick up a little sand as I go on my way
I’m looking for a tasty meal which I do every day
Perhaps I’m quite a hypocrite as I seek out a morsel
For like a cat, a shrimp would send a shiver down my dorsal
And there it is, my lunch today is flitting to and fro
It’s almost mesmerising so I guess I’ll have a go
I swim up very stealthily and open my mouth wide
The sand erupts… and it’s an anglerfish I’m stuck inside!
And so I sit here hoping that another fish might follow
And I can swim out as he finds a bigger fish to swallow
I cannot bare to think I might be chewed up to a pulp
And I can only hope the last sound I hear isn’t, “Gulp!”
a glimpse of heaven
a taste of hell
that's what he perceived
at death's dreaded knell
summoned to court
he gasped hard when he saw
the judge and the jurors
his wife and kids ~
his maw and paw
Have you ever heard a crow caw in the dead of night
Never the thought crossed my mind until such was my plight
In the bright of the light I saw vast more than one
Nary my delight when their numbers sent me shook to stun
Pondered to run but when said and done everyone knows
That you don’t mess around with a murder of crows.
I thought mayhaps I’ve had my fill of bad omen
But my foes superior cousin flew down more than ten
Yet again I comprehend they represent a prophecy
Not sure what this vocal unkindness has to do with me
Still I see the knowledge be in my mind where it’s graven
There is no safe haven, in a conspiracy of ravens.
Swiftly I flee afore a new plague rains down
The worst was yet to arrive to this cursed, sleepy town
I frown to find myself betwixt these predators absurd
My own personal horror movie version of the birds
Swooping and warbling, they sculp a shadow in the skies
Really just a nuisance… a gulp of magpies. :S
For the Magpies that have invaded my backyard tree....
You've won this time........
July 7, 2022
A Man Called Gilsn Gulp He likes to Play Golf--
There once was man named Gilsn Gulp who liked golf;
He said, "See the lovely sand trap Rudolf!"
It was rather porous, good;
But not very dogwood;
He couldn't say no to the rodolph?
3/19/19
A Limerick by James Edward Lee Sr.
There was a lady from Connet
Who got a bee in her bonnet.
She untied the string
To be rid of the thing
But her mouth opened upon it.
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