Long Catty Poems
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Antisocial anacondas don't associate in numbers;
Bears and beavers don't become the best of friends.
Civet cats catch rats, so is it any wonder
On doleful dingoes dire dilemmas do descend?
Effete elephants eschew jumping, it's ungraceful;
"Frenching" frogs will never fetch nor wart nor prince.
Beware lest grim gaboons give you a face full;
Hyena's haunting laugh makes haughty hippos wince.
Iguanas ignorantly ignore sunscreen on their eyelids;
Jaguars judiciously adjure a jungle nook.
Kangaroos are kind of cute when they have cute kids;
In Lima llamas leap and lastly look.
Mountain lions may masquerade as pumas;
Nimble narwhal's noble spear's his joy and pride.
Opossums opt not to oppose those "play dead" rumors;
Prosaic penguins probably take leglessness in stride.
Quails quibble querulously in quorums;
Raccoons rinse their rations when they eat.
A snail can wreak some slimy harum-scarum;
Tarantulas tout tasty toads as treats.
Urutus usually undulate in jungles;
Vultures vainly vote for haute cuisine.
A wildebeest's a waggish work somebody bungled;
Xeric xenops don't exactly tan, they just stay green.
Yenta yaks may yell and yowl when they feel chatty;
Zany zebra's zoned in black, or white, if you prefer.
I pray this piece will play and not seem "catty",
SPCA's raucous ridicule I'd rather not incur,
For these bits of critterary trivia, A to Z,
Are things I never learned from Marlin Perkins*, R.I.P.
*For those of you, dear readers, who may not know, or who may not remember, Marlin Perkins was the host of the long-running NBC nature series, "Wild Kingdom", which aired on Sunday nights from 1963-1971.
Dasher and stasher in a Hat & suit you say?
The kitten switches tale in a most catty way…
Licking at her claws she creates a rhyme while
Looking at the desert, keeps her purr sublime.
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Watching Dr. Fink in a coat and tie
Said the Sphinx wasn’t right, as she isn’t a guy
So they chipped and they whistled while they worked
And they nipped and they tucked at her skirt…
Looking on strong with her wide eyes bright
She wondered why, they worked into night.
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Deadlines deadlines! the fourmen cried
align a Line in the heLion Sky!
They took her knows from the base of her eye…
and Eternity was based on the fourmens lie.
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Thirty three feet and forty On the One,
Even a Ham, can share those tones…
Lake Nazca rang and said a call came in
A hat, Shep, and a suit went missing.
The Poets packin and you’ll be wishing
That you kissed her first, before the season
Everything comes in a color of buttons
A shoe by the way, holds more then one deck.
Never said never but I said, i’mAtech
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pass the do.be on the left when you glide ;)
Form:
If you're lookin' fer home cooked fixin's, stop by Flo's Café and Deli!
Her meatloaf, smashed pertaters and cherry pie will delight yer belly!
She's located catty-cornered across the street from Buford's Hardware Store.
Flo's been caterin' to folks at the same locale since the Second World War!
Herb, the crusty cook, spent over twenty years as a cook in the navy.
His specialty, savored by old vets, is his biscuits and sausage gravy.
Each mornin' five old soldiers, Cletus, Clyde, Bob, Claude and Moe,
Confiscate the same table to swap war stories and slurp their joe!
Farmers in overalls and John Deere caps have done their mornin' chores.
They gather to mull over milk production and the market price of boars.
They argue over the prowess of their huntin' dogs and the merits of goats,
And whether the weather will hold so they can reap their wheat and oats.
The Red Hat Society meets there each Thursday of every month at seven,
And the Baptist Women's Sisterhood has lunch there each Friday at eleven.
Kids flock there for 'burgers and shakes after basketball and football games,
And, I almost forgot, its the meetin' place fer the Revolutionary War Dames!
The place ain't fancy and you better not be caught puttin' on any fancy airs.
There's a dozen or so tables, booths along the walls and plastic covered chairs.
Myrtle the waitress bears watchin' - she's quick on her feet with spicy mots!
Its a great place if you can tolerate Herb's salty lingo and bangin' pans and pots!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Mary, the daughter of some parental friends, is on her high-school-senior college-tour and my mom (on Face Time) told me their plans called for them to be in New Haven over the weekend.
“Would you mind taking an hour to give her a campus tour?”
I rolled my eyes saying, “I barely know the place myself.”
She waited silently with obvious, parental patience.
“I’ve got a TON of homework,” I pleaded.
“I’d owe you,” she said, encouragingly.
I sighed, struggling with my new and heavy burden, “ALL right,” I groaned.
Mary and I know each other from hospital events we couldn’t avoid (her dad is an emergency surgeon) but we’ve never hit it off.
I take some pride in being able to talk about anything - from football to politics or movies to fashion but Mary’s one and only interest is guys.
Mary’s one of those girls who HAS to have a boyfriend - like there’s a municipal ordinance requiring one - and just about any guy will do. She didn’t even have to particularly like them but they had to be Instagram pretty.
So any time I’d see her (we didn’t go to the same school) she’d have a Tom or Ed or Frank in tow, filling that boyfriend requirement and due to the high boyfriend turnover rate, she’d constantly and embarrassingly flirt with other potential boyfriends right in front of Mr. Now. It was enough to shame my gender.
A typical Mary conversation:
“Are you dating anyone?” She’d ask.
“No,” I’d admit.
“You’re just shy,” she’d say, “You just need to put yourself out there.”
She was positive and encouraging, even in the face of increased competition.
“I used to be shy,” she revealed. Which I doubted very much.
Anyway, once they (her Mom joined us) were certified vaccinated, we got a student volunteer for a real Yale tour. I love the “Harry Potter” look of old campus. (COVID restrictions limit where visitors can go).
I find I already have a sense of “ownership” here and I secretly hope she ends up somewhere else. I waved as they drove off, wishing her a bucket of instagram smiles.
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Hmmm… maybe this sounds catty *shrug* - does this sound catty?
Hagerstown, Indiana
I strolled my hometown Main Street today (about a quarter mile).
Many happy memories flooded my soul, causing me to smile.
A friendly bench beckoned me and I sat awhile to ponder,
The past I left so long ago for vast horizons out yonder!
The building where Doc Mays' drug store was still stands,
Where my sweetie and I sipped sodas and held each other's hands.
The Cartmell Hardware Store sat catty-cornered across the street,
Catering a variety of gadgets to make our lives more complete!
Ah! The aromas emitted from Seeb's Bakery down the street!
Those savory pies, cookies and cakes - what a special treat!
I recall Harry the barber and his razzing as I sat in his chair.
I reeked of bay rum and the Vitalis that he slathered in my hair!
The bowling alley no longer exists - setting pins was my first job.
If the bowlers liked my work, a quarter tip to me they'd lob!
Gone is the L.B. Owens grocery store where as a lad I worked.
He was a demanding boss, admonishing me if my tasks I shirked!
I left my hometown when I was a young and unpretentious lad.
There were just too many distant vistas and adventures to be had.
But o'er the years I return there every chance that I can get.
I left many fond memories there that I just cannot forget!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Catty is my genius cat
Who stopped chasing naughty rat
She prefers reading good books
Down at her favorite nooks.
She always wears eye glasses
To read more stories, not less
Sitting calmly in her poise
In a place far from noise.
Sometimes she crosses her legs
Don’t disturb her, I do beg
If you want to read with her
Stay and slump at one corner.
While reading, she drinks coffee
But she prefers hot green tea
So conscious of her diet
I’ll just smile and keep quiet.
Catty imitates grandma
Her ways are felines’ saga
Doing great jobs not to impress
But for wisdom and success.
Cloistered within the restroom stall
eavesdropping on my peers
soft whispers echo off tiled walls
revealing secrets, hidden tears
Somehow this restroom has become
a sordid confessional booth
a place of refuge, safe for some
to air their inner truth
Co-workers cluster, confiding things
they wouldn't want the boss to know
nasty hangovers, weekend flings
soap-opera worthy woes
Some speak carefully, checking stalls
noting unfamiliar shoes
while others quickly unleash it all
like they have nothing to lose
“That ratfink took credit for all my work
but I'm gonna wait and be patient-
'cause I've got a plan to fix that jerk
next week while he's out on vacation!”
Young woman details a wicked trap
to catch her mortal foe...
while on the door, the impatient raps
of another who's “got to go”
Next there is an angry mother
scolding her wayward son
something or other (he did to his brother)
the fussing has just begun
“Listen Mister, I've had about all
I can take from you today
Oh, now you're sorry, no- don't you bawl!
I wasn't born yesterday!”
Then tripping in, catty office girls
meowling with purrs and sighs
pretend to freshen their faces and curls
while sniping and scratching out eyes
“...Lovely green sweater you're wearing, my dear-
wherever did you buy it?”
She means it looks quite awful on you
“Here, this smells good, you should try it!”
“Gangway girls- I'm comin' through!”
woman bellows, bursting through door
the others pause, and then continue
nonchalantly as before
Eventually they all trickle out
and two teenage girls traipse in
whispering about poor What's-Her-Face
and all the trouble she's in
“She's only twelve, and such a shame
tried to kill herself last week
they said she's crazy, that she's to blame
a loser, misfit, freak...”
“So they had her institutionalized
and she sits, spaced out, and stares
while they tell her the abuse was 'made-up lies'
and she knows that no one cares”
Sooner or later, there's silence
as the restroom door swings closed
then after a flush, a wash, a rinse
I get myself composed
Finally, I'm all alone here
in this magical, comforting place
voicing my own insecurities, fears
to my mirror-image face
(while trapped in Pottstown
Memorial Hospital parking lot).
My humble apology to those,
who posted uber up lyft ting messages
to this Macbook Pro Facebook keeper,
without said scrivener swiftly
tailoring timely acknowledgement
from one harried styled leaper,
thus feel free to take
leguminous litigious licorice flavor
flav can deed extra-legal
imprisonment against my liberty,
(though catty, I am pusillanimous,
sans feline nine lives cheaper
by the dozen), plus verbally ejaculating
out gee golly jeeper,
or more pointedly
calling me a mother f****** bleeper,
for seeming to appear unresponsive
as a stale petrified marshmallow peeper,
and yes quite understandable
bitcoin torrents of rage runs deeper
than a blockchain though close call,
yet just lemme explain,
how during my most recent sleeper
state, a clear as bell curve
living dream nearly
saddened Matthew Scott Harris as,
cuz he got subject to grim news, viz
inducing him (yours truly) to become
deceased within a split second,
upon dropping to sleep
while all around, an
inconsolable weeper
wept sorrowful seas,
more so those family,
and facebook friends
many fine companions
linkedin thru Internet
invaluable cherished persons as keeper,
but believe this secular humanist,
he, who (honest to dog)
unexpectedly subsequently got engrossed
with the grim reaper,
discussing local, current (national), global,
and cosmic events, superficial,
and/or somewhat deeper
(topics oh...and as a non sequitur
d'ya know the name of original
Glen Elm occupants are named Leiper),
anyway Xmas universally
renowned throughout space
yes, jolly saint nick with his farout trappings
topped off with electronic digital beeper,
yepper siree he gets touted,
lauded, and celebrated be
leave ving with whatever
dogmatic faith hen knee
dear rabbit reddit reader doth embrace,
or perhaps being atheist like me,
(albeit I most likely appear
as somewhat highlee
beatle browed from across the universe),
nonetheless, whether er rather,
when still alive this chap aimed to - dee
light, enlighten, and playfully
frighten alien nations
(even those pizza peace loving
inhabitants resembling free
ranging gregarious teenage
ninja mutant turtles)
coming out their shells with glee.
It seems that saucy little girls are rather smitten,
By the playful antics of a cuddly, furry kitten!
Whether she teases it with a tantalizing feather,
Or when they take their afternoon tea together!
The long-suffering kitty must find it hard to understand,
Why it must submit to her every mortifying demand,
'Specially when she places a silly bonnet upon its head!
(It would much prefer that she'd scratch its ears instead!)
She dresses it in a frilly frock and parades it in her pram,
Swaddled in fancy blankets. Oh, what a ridiculous sham!
Most humiliating of all is seeing the inscrutable smirks,
And hearing the catty jibes of alley cats - those ordinary jerks!
She insists that it take tea with a bib tucked 'neath its chin.
For table-mates a chatty doll and scowling bear to its chagrin!
It patiently waits for its bowl of milk to be properly served.
It abhors the many social graces that must be observed!
Though it suffers through the little girl's many dreadful schemes,
It loves to snuggle among her golden curls as she dreams.
It softly purrs in her ear as its little friend goes to sleep,
Making sure that she is safe - only then does it fall asleep!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
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Once there were a covey of quails. They lived in Paw-Paw's homestead. There they shared there days with rabbits and chickens, who often fought over the feed and mealworms feed to them. One day a cat wondered into the feeding area and began to look over the rabbits and chickens, the puppies playing in the yard noticed this and went to ask the cat it's intentions. The cat said" scram bucko the tender's are ah callin" the puppies laughed and told the cat that this was there watch and ' aint no cat task chore feez" where happening here, " you get that catty eat 'em up"" you get that" the biggest puppy said.The wared the cat that an ole fox was wondering around and he too better look out for him. "What ever he said I aint scared of no fox!" "The Puppies said scram bucko". Yes sir said the hungry kitty who turned it's back and walked off, I get it: I get it loud and clear" the cat walked away and everything was quiet on the homestead again.
Oh, somewhere around noon, the quailes started calling bob white. It was so annoying that they cat said,"Shut up will you we are tryna get some sleep"! The quailses keep on calling "Bob white": the cat stood and said' I'm coming over there and gonna make you quailes shut up!" One of the quailes answered saying" Come- on and do it, if you got the nerves". The cat responded, I got the nerves, I'll be right over"!
And then we noticed that on the field edge the tall grasses had parted and a sly evil eyed fox was looking. " oh lord said one of the hen's,my lord it's the fox!" Rabbits and chickens and quails started for cover. "Bob White the quailes yelped!" " The high pitched shrieks of the rabbits and the cackling of the hens, warned the dogs to stand and defend!. The barking puppies all came ah running. The fox hungry and unbothered crouched and did his stalking act to then pounce upon one oof the quailes.