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You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
I wonder how he came to be at our back door?
I must admit
He is exquisite
For something I've never seen before.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
Darling he's a misfit that will fit
Right in with our children playing under
The sycamore.
I must admit
He's becoming my favorite.
God sent me something I can't ignore.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatachamacallit.
Look love he has personality and wit
He brought my sleepers to me that were
Over there on the floor.
I must admit
Honey, this is going to be definite
He will live here forevermore.
You love your purebred. I'll love my
Whatchamacallit.
Now our family's complete I must admit.
GRANDMA AT THE TRACK
foolishly
i threw the rock
and appeared
to hopscotch
until the ill of my ankle
violently mocked
i chalk it all up
to forget me nots
my mind over knees
ignores
the rusty gears
as my wrinkled hand
avoids resistance
hovering a half inch
above the bannister -
safe.
now i watch youngsters skate.
those whipper snappers
with the gait of a purebred horse.
i huddle with my overloaded purse
carrying 3 cell phones and mine,
a roll of ticket winnings,
leftover candy,
then i
chase my four-year old grandson
‘round the outskirts
as he weaves between strangers
taking my heart with him.
mind you,
the thoroughbreds
are resting soundly
on the bench.
4/25/2019
A purebred Arabian horse
is strikingly beautiful,
Finely chiseled bone structure
Concave profile, a distinctive head shape
and high tail carriage
prized by the Bedouin people,
the desert dwellers.
But Duldul was a mule—
Historical accounts concur,
However, folklore refers to it as horse—
Even a winged horse
with the power of speech;
And according to the Quran, Prophet Muhammad
flew to heaven on a winged horse.
A mule is the offspring of donkey and mare.
A union between the donkey, Ya’fur,
and Kyrat, the Arabian Stallion,
She was favored by the Prophet Muhammad
and he rode her into many battles.
Duldul had been a gift to the Prophet from
Al-Muqawqis the ruler of Alexandria,
accompanied by a donkey called Ya’fur,
said to be the descendant of the donkey
ridden into Jerusalem by Jesus.
~Contest: A Notable Horse
~Sponsor: Robert James Liguori.
Our children bought us DNA tests for Christmas.
Um, why would we want to do this?
What if we wanted to rob a bank or burglarize a home?
Aren’t these results going into an FBI data base?
We did it because they kept asking us about it.
Every nationality I wanted to be, did not show up for me.
My husband who has a German surname has always bragged.
We Germans are smart, we Germans are brilliant, we Germans.
His came back with this result. He is more English than the English.
He is ninety-seven percent English. I laughed my petootie off.
I would have at least half Native American blood, I was sure.
But alas, I did not.
I came out with Swedish, which is oddly odd.
A bit of German which was more than my husband
And mostly Pennsylvania Dutch and English.
I am a mutt, whereas he is a purebred – but not German.
They come in many different sizes
Different colors, different cuts
All purebred from Poodle planet
No mixing of Martian mutts
Innocently enough we let them into our homes
Now with too many it is to little to late
We've been taken captive without even knowing
By Poodles from Outer Space
Soon, very soon to take over it all
Ruling the world of common man
Getting us to do their bidding at every call
Has all along been their dastardly plan
Leading us to believe that we are the Masters
But what is really behind the bark
And what's up with all the tail wagging
Just waiting it out while playing their cards
And the crazed frenzy in all of the yapping
That they do while roaming in packs
Is just giving away their location
So the Mother Ship knows where they are at
As it continues to circle our planet
In the unassuming shape of a Milk-Bone
The Alien Poodles are in cahoots with Purina
Google it, you'll see I'm not wrong
Years ago they first landed in France
Where quickly they blended in
From there is where they ventured out
Into all the major Continents
Now in every corner of the world
In all of its crooks and crannies
Saying hello to those in the know wherever they go
By their Planet's greeting...the sniffing of fanny
Yes, they are Poodles from Outer Space
So toss that dog a bone
If you ever wonder who is in charge
And who it is that's owned...
I have 3 Poodles that own me...
I swear they're Aliens...
body builders have an ab-sense
girdles are just an abs-tractions
to communicate is to accomplish-'meant'
to know your limits means know-'ledge'
too much wine means too absorb-'bent'
a purebred can be a cat-as-'trophey'
being elected does not come with a flag'grant'
women's gossip is gal-'lore'
a thinker is as an idea-'list'
a divorcee can be over-'wed'
old age homes mean pack-'aging'
dinner out means a pal-at-'table'
a good marriage seems as a pair-'able'
conflicting medical opinions means a pair-a-'docs'
a couple can pair-'rent'
dying for some means to pass-'time'
to enjoy means to be pleasure-'able'
those pictures of your whole life are just a photo-'graph'
pharmaceutical companies do create pill-'grims'
insults can be two per-'verse'
be positive and plea-'sure'
the outhouse sign says po-'tent'
not expensive means price-'less'
an ocean cruise is a relation-'ship'
where does a frustrated writer ram-'page'
drinking properly means ration-'ale'
to be awake means two real-'eyes'
the preacher was right-'full'
poetry soup is made from different poet-'trees'
best university education is on a scholar-'ship'
stan sand
Primordial Soup
In the cosmos kitchen of distant past,
When first thoughts of life's creation were cast,
A unique recipe, made its debut,
'Primordial soup', life's creation brew.
Take 6 cups of seawater from seashore head,
Where precursor molecules are purebred,
With carbon atoms, molecules galore,
With hydrogen, oxygen, many more.
Add a sprinkle of salt, make a strong brine,
Which becomes life's spark conductor benign.
Now comes the tricky part, nature's assault,
To get a living being, fused, gestalt.
Set the brew aside to foment and age.
It won't ferment, there's no life at this stage.
Wait for the thunder clouds to roll on in,
With lightning flashes blasting to break-in.
Add a long cast-iron wand to the pot.
Place it outside in a clear exposed spot.
Stand well clear, be patient, wait for the bolt,
To hit the pot, making life with a jolt!
With a bit of good luck and fate combined,
Your precursor chemical mix maligned,
Will become magic primordial soup,
destined to seed entire planets with life.
Your soup is infinitely expandable,
With all sorts of tasty things edible.
For life creates its own ingredients,
Limited only by your expedients!
You name it, vegan, keto, carnivore.
Chock full of all living things you adore!
I saw Tarzan,
with no clothes on.
Who knew there
was a Black Swan?
Cinderella.
got home
after midnight.
Muhammad Ali,
is looking for a fight.
Pinocchio.
tells a bunch of lies.
A new movie,
Lord of the Flies.
Aladdin turned
out to be a thief.
Don't squeeze the
Charmin,
Where's the beef?
Batman drove
200 miles per hour.
Dr. Frankenstein
screaming for
more power.
Snow White lived
with seven men.
I thought that
was a sin.
Popeye had tattoos
And smoked a pipe.
Adolf Hitler on the loose
With the Reich.
Pac-man ate pills to
Improve performance.
The Hulk got mad,
And turned enormous.
Shaggy and Scooby are hippies
With the munchies.
Brenda Spencer didn't
Like Monday's.
Underdog was dating
Molly Purebred.
Kids in Africa,
Go unfed.
Felix the cat
had a bag of tricks.
Achilles dipped in the
River Styx.
The black widow
poisons her man.
The Police singing
about Roxanne.
Turbo1904 ?
Our dog, Lucky, died on a Thursday.
I decided I could be sad for years,
for months, for a week, or for hours.
So what would alleviate this utter despair
and sadness?
A new dog, of course.
I searched the internet, and discovered
Sophie. Coaxed Joe into meeting the
people at a public place for me.
"She has papers," they told me on the phone.
"She is a purebred cocker."
Sophie is the only dog I have ever met
who was afraid of me.
Afraid of us..
She was a black cocker who looked
like she was starving, and was shaking profusely.
I did not want her around the grandchildren,
but Joe said, "We'll take her," and began handing
over $120 in $20's. That was the price for a pureblood.
I held her on my lap, and we were off.
Sophie reminded Joe of Blondie, a little cocker spaniel
who had been mistreated when he was a little boy.
A cocker spaniel his parents had rescued, to pamper and love.
Sophie has now become Sophie Helen, after Joe's Mom.
She adores me, cannot get enough of me, wants her
butt next to my lower back at all times, especially if
I say, "Night night, Sophie."
Joe held the phone to her ear this week when I
was in the hospital for ulcers and an inflamed colon.
"Go night night," I told Sophie across the phone wires.
Joe said she slept on the top of the couch, looking forlorn,
staring out the window, waiting for her Mommy.
Best $120 we ever spent.
By the way, her papers said
she had shots in January.
Saturday Morning November 1964
My twin and I have a TV Guide in front of us
We are thrilled because we got a colored TV set yesterday.
In the TV Guide there is a peacock by the shows that are in color.
This will be the first time we have ever seen Under Dog in color!
We watch the clock.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Under Dog music starts.
A flying underdog flashes across the sky.
He is wearing mostly red; his cape is blue.
My twin and I stare at each other.
“I thought his outfit was blue!” we both say.
We have only seen him in grayscale up until now.
Polly Purebred was a complete surprise too.
I had pictured her in green, and my sister thought she would be in pink.
She was dressed in blue.
We ate our soggy cornflakes in silence.
I felt betrayed. I am not sure how my sister felt.
It is like seeing a movie after you have read the book
and have pictured the characters completely different.