Long Cathie Poems

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Premium Member Cathie

Cathie has helped me be the man
I was always meant to be
Changing my life for evermore
Setting my spirit free

Can't begin to explain to you
How much I love this girl
To my deepest depths and deeper
My friend, my wife, my pearl

We met when she was six years old
Her sister was the prize
But life can sure twist things around
We know not what secrets lie
 
Brother in law and sister in law
When Linda was my wife
Tragedy struck, Linda was gone
She helped me through the strife

We married two years later
And haven't looked back since
We'll be together till the very end
Of this I am convinced

Cathie is my dear, dear wife
Without her I'd be lost
Life has many twists and turns
Fate caused our paths to cross

© Jack Ellison 2012
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member You Coulda Walked

Not everyone's enamoured by my humour
At risk of my head being bopped
Say things in jest that are taken as serious
Chancing of a punch in the chops

Like when I once said to a very large lady
Pressing number two in the elevator
“That's just one floor, you coulda walked!”
Thought I'd end up on the floor

Another time down in old Cape Cod
In a store getting out of the sun
A lady knocked over a very large display
Yelled “Now look what you've done!”

Dear Cathie turned ten shades of purple
She was just about to blow a gasket
However luckily cooler heads prevailed
Considered myself quite fortunate

“Look before you leap” as the old saying goes
Often insert my foot in my mouth
Runs the risk of hard blows to the head
And injury to my parts down south

Premium Member Peepers

Next Monday I get my peepers checked
Certainly couldn't be better timing
Bumping into walls, wearing Cathie's sciveys
For my 20-20 vision I'm pining

Fed our bird Tweety a big bowl of dog food
Fed our dog Rover some bird seed
Rover tried to fly off the top of his doghouse
While Tweety lifted her leg to pee

Hope I don't do myself bodily harm
While hoisting my bum on the sink
Think they're making toilets higher these days
A peeper check's overdue, methinks

By mistake I donned a gown of Cathie's
Felt silky and sexy and girlie
But Cathie caught me posing in front of the mirror
Thought I was starting to act kinda squirrely

A real dilemma most unusual to encounter
During my very short stay here on earth
What it all boils down to is very bad eyesight
But it causes much laughter and mirth

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Scaring Little Old Ladies

Don't know if I've ever told you before
But I'm the creative director
Of our cool little community newspaper
It's quite the people connector

It's all about events and the 'goings on'
That interest the local folks
But I'm not averse to lighting things up
With an abundance of silly jokes

Keeps me out of mischief every day
Instead of walking the streets
Scaring all the little old ladies to death
Offering them goodies and sweets

Guess I sound like a lecherous old man
But I do get lonely at times
That's when Cathie chains me to the porch
But I'm a sweet old lovable kind!

So it's finally out, now you guys can see
When not concocting silly rhymes
I try to find other ways to amuse me
Till Cathie calls me in at nine!


© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member A Brief Encounter

While basking in the sun at Sarasota Bay
A couple approached Cathie and me
Nicest two people you'll ever want to meet
Welcomed us to the land of the free

They were from the town of Elmira, NY
A couple of miles south of the border
A small world when you really think about it
Us guys are one and two in that order

Sadly we didn't even catch their names
No matter, we were really impressed
Two of the warmest most charming individuals
As they welcomed their Canadian guests

We really wish we could meet them again
It proves I'm right on with my belief
There's a bunch of nice people wherever you go
But our encounter was far too brief



© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member It's Called Progress

We seem to be losing that loving feeling
As we sit side by side at computers
I'm engrossed in my P-Soup and writing
And Cathie plays games with shooters

We're losing the knack of intelligent repartee
Don't connect as much anymore
We just look things up, do a search on Google
Everything is there, that's for sure

We definitely need to get back to yesterday
When rapport was the name of the game
We're losing touch with our friends and loved ones
This technological age is to blame

Certainly it'll never go back to the way it was
It's called progress, I call it sad
That our closest friend is now our computer
Real people are no longer our fad

  

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Joys of Married Life

Marriage has it's ups and it's downs
But it far exceeds the alternative
A lonely life without love and affection
Love's one of life's true superlatives

Some days we have heated discussions
That's how it was meant to be
Then she does something ever so sweet
And you forget why you disagreed

It isn't always going to be clear sailing
But if the bond is really strong
It's worth the struggles ten times a hundred
If you're lucky, it will end up lifelong

The male tendency is to play the field
But trust me, life's way too short
To become involved with a bunch of dodo
Probably means some time in court

Not sure the ladies will like my analogy
It's the lesser of two evils as they say
Oh boy, I think I may have done it this time
Must convince Cathie it's just a cliche


© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Food Food Glorious Food

Food, food, glorious food
Eating is such a wonderful thing
No matter what time of day it is
Wolfing down makes my dear heart sing

Why I get out of bed each day
The smell of bacon frying away
Follow my proboscis to the kitchen
Where Cathie's prepares brekkie each day

It's that oh so heavenly smell
Footsies don't even touch the floor
Gliding down the stairs like a nymph
So enthralled like many mornings before

I sit down and dear dear Cathie
Serves me brekkie that's fit for a king
Burst out with, “What a Beautiful Morning”
As we both raise our voices and sing

A delightful scene, albeit unusual
It's how we Ellisons start off the morn
Singing and dancing and kissing and stuff
Makes me so overjoyed to be born

Food, food, glorious food
Eating is such a wonderful thing
No matter what time of day it is
Wolfing down makes my dear heart sing
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Chunky Charlie

A Special Poem for Will Helppi




A really fat cat named Chunky Charlie

From a town called Licketysplit Corner

Was renowned for a very interesting talent

As a world famous circus performer

His extra poundage added to the spectacle

People thought it was really appealing

They giggled to see him jiggle while juggling

Six tennis balls as he was kneeling

A pretty little kitty called Cuddly Cathie

Winked at him while watching him juggle

So trying to concentrate on his performance

He found it to be quite a struggle

In fact, near the end of Charlie's performance

Balls flew off in every direction

One ended up in the lap of Cuddly Cathie

He approached her with a very red complexion

He stuttered and stammered trying to apologize

Her beauty made him literally tongue tied

Instead of an apology these words stumbled out

"Will you be my pretty kitty cat bride?"

Not a moment went by, Cuddle Cathie replied

"Yes oh yes, I'll be your blushing bride"

Dear Charlie could hardly contain his emotions

He was absolutely brimming with pride

The moral of this tale is really quite obvious

Perseverance pays off sooner or later

You should never give up when reaching for a star

The rewards will never be greater!
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Hoo-Ya, Hoo-Ya, Ziss Boom Bah

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use a walker

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Maybe I'll try dressing myself today
Last time I tried that, I wore checks with stripes
A major “faut pas” in the fashion world
I was laughed out of the local coffee shop
Perhaps coz I was wearing shorts, a bowtie
And NOTHING else!!!

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My adult diapers are starting to give me a rash
Methinks it's those damn No-Name brands
People kept asking, “Why are you walking that way?”
Told them it's an old war injury!

Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Gonna close now. Wife Cathie made me some porridge
Told me it's good for my toidy habits
She usually knows what's best for me so I listen
The doc just gave me a thumbs up
So I'll keep doing what Cathie says!


© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Narrative

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