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There’s simply no quibbles;
my dogs love their kibbles.
There’s really not much else to say.
In an instant, they’re gone,
reappear on the lawn,
changed a bit in the usual way.
As for me, I’d want choice,
for they’re not even moist.
(The food bits; I need to be clear)
As for pooping outside,
that is one I’ve not tried
(‘cept those nightmares you wake from in fear)
A sure sign man’s evolved
are the challenges solved:
both our plates and our bathrooms are plush.
‘Bout this, more could be said,
but my mother is dead,
or she’d probably tell me to hush.
Lick lick lick, long lick, lick lick...
there she sits on my window sill,
neatening fur from her feet to her tail.
And here I spy my little cat's eye,
narrowing my focus on her.
I hear the purr.ing....as she sits
sunny in the sill.
I think to myself...
the other day when I write my rhyme,
upon my toe you came with chimes,
to break my scribbling stride. MEOW
in a loud voice you cried. Give me
kibbles your whiskers pry between
my ankles. Then I smiled.
And now upon this greatly fine hour,
revenge I'll have and you'll be sour,
as I make my strides to you.
I'm gonna pick you up and cuddle you too.
It'll cause a mess, I must confess
but I'm the 'mom' and you're too cute.
Plus I owe you... some love.
plus you OWME! too. ;) a new poem.
~and that's communication~
~in it's best form~
At my house anyway lol!!
Form:
Hello there my little friendlies
I'm Archibald Denton Frog
I'm here to tell you the story
Of Catherine Clemetine Clogg!
Clemmie as she's always been known
To a bunch of her closest friends
Has a wonderful talent for juggling
While sitting on her bottom end!
That may not sound so astonishing
But imagine the things she juggles
Kangaroos and a big mouth bass
And soap that causes big bubbles!
But awkward things like soccer balls
Or a pair of Grandpa's false teeth
A ten pound bag of Kibbles 'n Bits
Can certainly cause Clemmie some grief!
Let's give this lady a big hurrah
As she entertains all the wee kiddles
Keeps on juggling for many long hours
Till she finally needs to go piddle!
Oh my goodness did I say piddle?
What a naughty word I just uttered
That bar of soap is now in my mouth
Making me choke and sputter!
Archibald Denton Frog signing off
With a moral right at the end
Enjoy the talents of dear Clementine
But never use bad words that offend!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Call it as it is!
Not mistaken.
Not uninformed –
They just don't care!
Death in record numbers
at our Southern Border;
Death in the streets
of large cities from
Fentanyl...They just
don't care! Mask-less
getting her hair done;
at the seaside with
his obedient dog, steak
for him and Kibbles
for the population. She
parties in Florida,
while the streets of New
York are rapidly becoming
an uninhabitable sewer –
Even pigeons, rats and
roaches objecting to
piles of feces on sidewalks,
along curbs, obstructing
their normal foraging, healthier
diets of tossed pizza, bagels
and imported lox – They just don't
care! Using God and religion
as a prop, to control the naive
masses, while they get richer,
sitting ever higher on their
imagined Royal Asses. Already
card-caring Mammon's. They
just don't care! Obsessed
with Pursuit-of-power –
badly in need of a soul-cleansing
shower – the Devil Delighted,
fiery-plans for each selfish-hide --
advance reservations on a
Subterranean Ride –
Tennyson's form from The Lady of Shalott
I sing my fame ignoring grace
as I meet vict’ry face to face.
Defying prudence to efface
the pride of getting letters placed.
My personal Tower of Babble,
a chance to boast, I’m just like you
and so we brag, like winners do.
To grace all rivals say adieu
in this bracing game called Scrabble.
Safe in my tray, letters espouse
myriad words, and though I grouse
that sacred “Q” is safer housed
within the pocket of my blouse -
my personal Tower of Babble.
So when the needed “U” appears
I lean down to adjust my fears,
spouse has no clue of my arrears
in this rousing game called Scrabble.
The triple word space opens up
Rising to retrieve my prize, yup
“Z” lies sequestered in a cup
filled new with kibbles for our pup -
my personal Tower of Babble.
Planning ahead, my vile secret
planting tiles in careful sequence.
Hiccups to my ruse - infrequent
in this whupping game called Scrabble.
for Isaiah Zerbst's contest, The Lady of Shalott.
Excuse me now it's the Loving Time,
"Meows and purrs" while I write my rhymes.
Little nibble on my toe, just so I'll know, you're there.
Scratch on my ankle, hey! I know you care!
"Meeeooowwww" again by my foot,
so I stopped to have a look....
And melted at how cute you are there!
So excuse me my friends...
In the middle of my pen, a little ball of fur cries.
Whiskers are tickling, her tail is switching
and her nibbles beg kibbles from my eyes.
I must stop and Love this precious,
little ball of fur with her purring message.
I'll return to you soon to complete my rhyme,
Just after I give my full attention
and now most certainly my mention,
of the duty I fulfill, when it's the Loving Time.
:) I'm in training...
http://13cattails.blogspot.com/
Form:
Orangutan and hound from the bowers
Show love for each other with gentle hug
We can cuddle up for amazing hours
We friends both feeling a little bit smug
Show love for each other with gentle hug
Our keen friendship is our super power
We friends both feeling a little bit smug
We both love kibbles and light rain shower
Our keen friendship is our super power
We can cuddle up for amazing hours
We both love kibbles and light rain shower
Orangutan and hound from the bowers
Written 5-15-2020
Contest: Pantoum and Personification
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Prompt Chosen: Prompt 1
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