Puppy nappers are on the rise in Kansas City the TV said.
I moaned. I did not even know the TV set was on!
Roses are being stolen out of the Presidential flower garden.
I shut my eyes tighter, not listening, and not caring.
Organ grinders are reporting an increase in monkey dementia.
What?
I roll over and pull my pillow down over my ears hard.
“Rainbow elves take Brownie Scouts hostage in Omaha.”
Now I know who it is.
Shut up Trixie, I say. I am not in the mood to write poetry. I want to sleep.
Categories:
nappers, imagination, muse,
Form: Free verse
Be sure you get the eggs she said.
Got it on the list twice I said, irritated.
We need them tonight she confided.
They’ll be the first thing I pick up, I assure her.
My granddaughter has been listening to the speaker.
She rolls her eyes. She’s intense, she tells me.
I know that. I raised her.
We get home after spending over a hundred bucks
And me checking off eggs twice.
Grandma, where are the eggs?
We re-check the bags, and the car, for the eggs.
“I know I bought them,” I assure my daughter.
I check the receipt. Eggs $1.14 cents.
I call the store, get put on hold,
Then transferred twice.
Remember that elderly couple
Whose groceries kept over the divider?
They have arrested them, and I’m going down to testify.
“They were egg-Nappers and my grandma caught them,”
I hear the 7 year old say with pride.
I’m not about to change my story now.
I am already designing my new egg cape and egg mask.
.
Categories:
nappers, funny, grandparents,
Form: Free verse
Fetchers of slippers, retrievers of sticks.
Anytime nappers, performers of tricks.
Furry lap warmers and guards of our doors.
Muddy paw trackers across our clean floors.
Happy tail waggers whose love never ends.
Constant companions and dearest of friends.
Dedicated to My Tasha Girl.
Categories:
nappers,
Form: Rhyme