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He said he was bringing her plaid flowers today.
Pandas exaggerate, right? I said to Aunt Fay.
Not this one, he is pretty level-headed and true.
Okay, I said but plaid flowers make sense to you?
I am just saying he has been totally honest, she said.
He comes over every morning at six to be fed.
Why don’t you stick around and you can see for yourself.
Panda walked in that moment and put plaid flowers on the shelf.
Where did you get those? I asked him, with enormous eyes.
Down at the Chinese market, he said. “No big surprise.”
They have everything down there. Give me a request if you want.
I liked him immediately, but went with him to market so I too could hunt.
no one can bake, cook, or grill like pierre panda, someone said.
his recipes are exquisitely tasty, all up in his head.
He learned it from his grandma Maria Marla Maghetti
You should taste his lasagna, French bread and spaghetti!
cooks cuisine like the French, his Italian background imperative.
Pierre’s recipe book is a full-blown in-mind keen narrative
he experiments with oregano, parmesan and cheeses of blue
his bakery is busy, full of tasty pizzas, featuring potato stew.
let’s go there and eat someone suggested to our family.
My father yelled out “how is it going, Pierre Pat P?”
Pierre gave a nod and threw a pepperoni pizza our way.
It was on the house, as he is marrying our auntie May.
POOP - TALE : for contest
No embarrassment , everyone poops
So relaxed is the feel after all 's out
No gold and riches can ever buy such feel
I am sure all will agree silently though!
We get that feel for free as nature calls
In body, poop factory is so well- fitted
Based on our lifestyle it is regulated
Frequency n' timing our habits decide
As far as we breathe , we have to poop
No matter where you are, who you are...
How many times daily varies with species and diet...
Bamboos and honey diet makes Panda bears poop,
more than a forty times in a single day !
In other species range follows bell shaped curve
A balanced input-output cycle continues..
Doctors diagnose ailments examining poop,
Sausage shape is ideal poop the doc opines..
Mothers of kids worry if they cry while they poop
Too much delay makes happy a trader in laxatives!
Night soil in fields have made a fertile land
Poop of cattle folk is a manure too good
Everyone poops and is so useful too...
Deadlines and work pressure,meetings with boss
Petty tussles with friends or your own spouse.
Ask for a break saying you need to poop
Instantly you are permitted and you may slide out
Enjoy this break behind washroom doors !!
No more shy business, everyone poops!
Engrossed in reading a suspense thriller,
Or watching the climax of a movie horror
As soon as poop siren raises alarm, you got to go!
Ultimate rule is please don't control
Happily you poop poop poop and flush out !
FOR CONTEST- EVERYONE POOPS
Sponsored by:Roy Jerden
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Date: 9th August 2015
glossary:
Bell shaped curve: the normal distribution curve
which has values of all ranges and takes a bell-shape.
Red Panda aka Foxfire got lost when her plane fell into the China Sea.
She drifted ashore, and was discovered by a giant black and white he.
What are you? The monster asked, fearing she was an alien creature.
A bit afraid of her eighteen inch long tail, her most prominent feature.
I am a panda, she said, but she looked more like a skunk or raccoon.
The giant panda from China began laughing, his chuckles went to the moon.
You certainly are not! He said. You do not look a thing like my wife or me.
He was as amused as a panda whose dinner was interrupted could be.
I am an Eastern Himalayan panda, she told him; but I fell out of that plane.
Do you have some tasty leaves or perhaps a tiny bit of sugar cane?
The fluffy Giant Panda puffed up his black and white fur.
“Come along, you hungry thing,” he told her “I have the cure.”
They ate bamboo for about twelve hours, before she said her name was Niece
Here is a thought, Giant told her “In China, my kind is the symbol of peace
“You are an endangered species,” Niece said, but not in a mean kind of way.
They became the best of friends then, and began to eat together every day.
No comes quickly to my lips
underneath the wave of lies
truth drowns and loses grip
Off the end
I remember before the memory formed
If i could give a
i wouldn't
Toilet roll telescopes
Shinning panda bears
Careless
Care less
are less
only the guilty con
Fess up
never had a top
Out going
First thing last
Thirst thin gasp
Never caught up
with death
That age of man in your metacarpus
of your multi-fingered appendage
the world in the palm of your hand
but i can under
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none ever visited
no never visited
and i will never land
My cats were named by four of my two hundred grandchildren.
Mr. Fluffy Pants is a gray tabby with white socks, easy to see at night.
Shark is a large intimidating gray outside monster cat; he eats heads off anything that runs past - they roll around on my porch daily.
Panda, a sleek black beauty, is haughty with all of us except one. Except on Wednesdays; Panda is always haughty to everyone on Wednesdays. Because I get home an hour late, and she gets angry about her dinner being at 5:30 instead of 4:30.
Road Kill, lives down to his name; I doubt I can do better with the
description - straggly, mean green eyes, scrappy looking brown, yellow and white
thing, always in the road.
Who made red panda Robin Hood? My cousin asked.
No idea, but go along with it if you can, I replied.
His hat is feathered, and he is amply flasked.
And he is walking the path, now coming inside.
Hello fair Robin Hood, my cousin said quickly.
His words turned upbeat lickety-split-ly.
I laughed at my cousin, who is afraid of this creature.
But invites him to stay over to watch a double feature.
Why did you do that? I whisper as Robin robs us.
It is irritating to me, as he steals my parakeet, Gus.
I was terrified, my cousin says, I did not know what to say.
That is no big deal for my cousin, actually, a typical day.
Animal Crackers
We go to see the animals,
the zebra and the bear.
The lion, the tiger,
and sometimes the small hair.
No, not the one… on top of my head.
The one that is soft and has very big, fat feet.
He also sometimes…
only if occasionally…
wears a watch.
It is the family zoo.
My son, he is the keeper.
He loves to walk around…
and write them down…
all their names and faces.
George the gorilla,
Mike the giraffe,
Alex is a kangaroo,
And if you are very lucky,
he might make a name…
for you.
So what furry beast is yours,
your-very-favorite-want-to-be?
The animal of choice,
panda, camel, wolf or big cat?,
It matters little unless dinner is late.
Have fun at the zoo, it is the very best place.
The flamingos and ostriches often have a race.
Set the time, set the pace,
It is an imaginary space…
indeed.
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On Christmas Eve a call went out from the Pole.
Santa was sick, we needed a witch, faerie or troll.
Someone who could substitute and take his route.
The reindeer were on the hunt, the elves were out.
Santa panda flew in on a magic carpet with a loud brag.
I can do better than any faerie or witch, they mostly drag.
North Pole Council took a vote an appointed him for the day.
At midnight he flew off with a cocky smile in Santa’s red sleigh.
The next day, most of the children of the world were sad.
Accusing their mothers, their uncles and maybe their dads.
Of not wanting them to have presents, wails went up to heaven in threes.
For that silly Santa Panda had gotten lost, and was now stuck in two trees.