In this lifetime she is a mutt,
Small, Scrappy, sleepy, sweet,
Blinking eyes and gnawing teeth,
I'd know her in every lifetime,
In the one before she was tall,
Aching legs and honeycomb eyes,
Dutifully beautiful, kind, loyal,
A shadow with a wagging tail,
Before that she was white as snow,
Playful, pitiful, pretty, pale,
Sitting on the carpet awaiting my dad,
as I played with her ear and paw,
I didn't meet the one before,
I'm told she was quick, smart,
Like a pistol shot, a starting gun,
rescued, for a good life somewhere new.
I hope, when this lifetime is over,
I will meet each version of her,
Maisie, Lucy, Suki, Bonnie,
And we'll venture into the next one.
Emi is a little black cat
Who knows quite a lot
For instance, she learned one night
That angels hang stars in the sky
The moon is made of catnip
And trees tell stories
When the wind whispers in their branches
Emi knows
That sunshine was made to tickle
A kitten’s belly
And grass makes a soft carpet
For tired paws
If you promise to keep a secret
She will tell you that Pocko
Is in love with Maisie Cat
Norman ate the last ice cream cone
And Moo hid the red ball under the bed
Emi knows about birds
And wishes she could fly like her friend
Jack Robin who comes for a visit every afternoon
To eat worms and share stories of his travels
There’s Maggie Magpie and her family
Who come for tea and a bit of gossip
When Emi is lonely
She is indeed a wise cat our Emi
Who knows quite a lot
The blackboard waited stark and bare
As yet, there was no teacher there
A striding vision, took the chalk
You know… I recognised that walk
Miss Malone’s Dulcet tones
Sent a shudder through my bones
Her flowing hair with blonde highlights
Her mini skirt and fishnet tights
The way she stood with feet spread wide
And the purpose in her stride
I gave my mate a little nudge
His loving gaze just wouldn’t budge
I said, “Forget your lurid thoughts,
We’re barely out of schoolboy shorts.”
He nodded at her crimson lips
The wiggle in her swaying hips
I said, “You’re fourteen, feeling flirty,
That there teacher’s nigh on thirty!”
He said, “I’ve heard her name is Maisie,
She makes me feel all oops-a-daisy”
I said, “She’s glam, that much is true,
But truly, she ain’t right for you.”
It seemed he thought me quite remiss
And so I had to tell him this,
“She seems quite able in her job
But last week, Miss Malone… was Bob!”
I once had a doggy named Maisie
Who acted a little bit crazy
She didn't like fetch
and wouldn't play ketch
I guess that old dog was just lazy
Big Bottom Gal
Fannie
Annie
Senior Citizen
Oldie
Goldie
The Cleverer One
Sharper
Harper
Loves to Wear Negligees
Lacey
Gracie
Weird-sounding Girl
Nasal
Hazel
Miss Orderly
Tidy
Heidi
Routine Girl
Daily
Hailey
One to Emulate
Be a
Gia
Another One to Emulate
Be a
Mia
So Cute
Bonnie
Lonnie
The Wild One
Crazy
Maisie
Out of Her Weight Class
Puny
Junie
Extra Small
Skinny
Minnie
I do not care if this is a dream
or if I am awake or not
I do not even care if I am not me
I am someone, and I am flying
I have wanted to do this for a long time
to my right I see a spirit guide
she is dressed in pink and lavender chiffon
I know her name is Maisie, although we do not speak
we are heading toward an orange and yellow burst
past it I spy a castle in the sky
is this death?
is that heaven?
I feel a sense of coming home
It matters not if it is real or not
For it feels real, and that is more than enough.
Away with the fairies
No sense in my head
“Just feathers and sawdust,”
or so my mum said
With vacant expression
I stared into space
She said, “I won’t do much
For the human race.”
I told her, “I’m thinking.”
She said, “About what!”
And I said, “Your sister,
Aunt Maisie is HOT!”
I think I’m in danger
of a sore behind
My mum said, “She’s too old,
and you’re not her kind.”
I said, “Mum, just last week,
we went to the zoo.
She said she loves big snakes!
Well, what could I do?”
My mum screeched, “You pervert!
You’re still just a child
You’ve got nothing downstairs
to drive women wild.”
I said, “Keep your hair on.
Your sister likes lads.
And also, she told me…
mine’s bigger than Dad’s.”
Busy Lizzie
In a Tizzy
Lazy Daisy
Friend of Maisie
Maisie's Corny
Thora's Thorny
Candy's Sweet
Robin's Tweet
Bridie's Married
Tara Tarried
Connie's Cosy
Rosie's Nosy
Pansy's Pretty
End of Ditty
Freddie the goat was as wide as a boat
His hair was long, tangled and whiffy
He asked Maisie the cow could she help him right now
And she mooed she would in a jiffy
Joey the horse said with some force
My tail is also quite smelly
So Maisie mooed here I’ll make it real clear
I can also shave your big belly
Daisy the hen clucked from her pen
Could you take a look at my feathers?
Maisie then mooed you’re so very rude
I do all three of you nitwits together
September 6th 2016
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