On April 21, 2026, America's Mis-Leader
read from the King James Version Easy Reader
(a Bible version much discredited
because it is so poorly edited).
"The Bible? Okay, let me see.
I'll read something from
the Book of 'Dude-you-wanna-me'
and then, uh, well,
I'll do a little bit
from 'Two Chronic Elves'.
I'll celebrate all my huge successes
by reading a passage from "Echo siestas',
then I'll announce
my next war decree
and come back to read from
the Book of 'Do-a-neuter-on-me'!'
My dog Cosmo is a puppy eating machine
for every meal he licks his big bowl clean
Cosmo a piggy not, the boys a full hog
he gobbles his food than the other dogs rob.
He is a very handsome boy, a Pyrenees
with the softest blondish coat to squeeze
He is 8 months old and 41 pounds
rather a bit lazy loves lying around
He sleeps in the doorways like a rug
blocking the way as he's ever so smug
Try to move him and he turns on his back
wanting you to scratch his chest, at that
He didn't even bark till the third day
whatever it was he scared it away
Genghis avoids him but Sassy does play
he keeps mounting her, he's neuter they say
Got him at the city pound he appear compost
just lying in bed while other dogs boast
Barking and yelping to be taking home
I left with the dog who was calm and alone.
Octavian couldn't, Skippy wouldn't so suppose
a name that fit him the gentle giant Cosmo
He is very sweet and playful yet ever relaxed
Genghis weary, Sassy he cautiously attracts
Another rescue makes my dogs number three
sometimes I realize my dogs recused me.
Queen Of Words
Knitted Me A Blanket
Couldn't Understand
Why I Didn't Wanna Talk
As She Held It To My Face
Musty Soft... Well Aloft.
Queen Of Words
Caught Me Napping
Tail-Wagging, Fetch It!
BOY!!! Oh, Those
Rascally Words,
Just Can't Tame 'Em...
Queen Of Words:
Where You Can Play.
Queen Of Words
Just A Suggestion
Have A Notion
The Ocean Pleads...
Your Needy Desires
And Undying Will
Can Enlighten The
Dark, Like The Moon
Did, Already.
Queenie Of Wordly
Can Talk Like Computer
Can Neuter Your
Manhood To The Quick,
Cuz Yer Thick...
Crackpot Thick.
It Was The Brick!
You Crazy Old Joke.
I Still Think It's Funny,
But You "Know Me!"
Hey! Where'd That Lady Go?
***
Ran Away, Quick.
-Gray Squirrel
09-09-2025
Help! I stand desperately on a precipice,
and ask you, poet, what kind of bug is this?
I am not an entomologis.
It was on top of my laptop computer.
Is it male or female or is it neuter?
I can't afford an entomolotutor.
It gazes at me through a compound eye,
I see no wings. Does it walk or fly,
strangely across the ground or sky?
A praying mantis it is not.
It has six legs. That's quite a lot.
his photo of him is all I caught.
For this question, I apologize,
I've no skill to entomologize.
It's less than a half centimeter in size.
I knew you'd know it - happy you could assist.
This sort of bug is too easily dismissed.
Thank you, poet entomologist.
20 Gently!
20 is the age,
That many feel,
Is life’s apex
A self view,
Dream’s engage,
Visions unreel,
Of Youth’s rare vortex,
Energy accent ague,
Center stage,
Focus visions steal,
From our older annex,
Simcha True!
Love gently, yet rage,
Agin’ emotion neuter unreal,
Cuddle is the text,
Sensate Focus is the rule,
Be infected via phage,
Of 20, Gently!
Humans are not like us
They are very hard to teach
We show them what we can
If it's within our reach
Some are quite cruel to us
They haven't yet evolved
If they could communicate
The problem would be solved
They seem a trifle dimwitted
Their language is complex
We learn what we can from them
But they don't pass the test
They don't seem to see it
Our language is not that hard
Instead, they enslave us
and put us in the yard
We care too deeply for them
I don't know to what end
Destroying our environment
They never seem to bend
They chain, beat, and torture us
and some are left to starve
They keep us locked in cages
Our home is a backyard
We once were free to roam the earth
The past where we once thrived
But now they maim and neuter us
Our offspring euthanized
When we meet our maker
of creatures far and wide
Our part ensured in heaven
Their downfall is their pride
Our lot was given the die-cast
and we must persevere
The humans remain clueless
That is our biggest fear
Their future's still in question
with their ears that do not hear
If they can't learn to listen
to the bond we hold so dear
Good thing we came home early with our cellphones.
Buddy had already ordered two truckloads of bones.
We took pictures to prove on social media how smart he is.
He ordered some weird dog food too called Puppy Wizz.
His comrade in crime, Sophie, was supposed to be the look out.
She was sound asleep on the couch; in the way of our route.
She had slowed us down, giving Buddy time to turn off the computer.
He had also called the vet and cancelled his appointment to neuter.
Good thing we came home early with our cellphones.
Buddy had already ordered two truckloads of bones.
We took pictures to prove on social media how smart he is.
He ordered some weird dog food too called Puppy Wizz.
His comrade in crime, Sophie, was supposed to be the look out.
She was sound asleep on the couch; in the way of our route.
She had slowed us down, giving Buddy time to turn off the computer.
He had also called the vet and cancelled his appointment to neuter.
violet cosmos bends with the weight of a bumblebee
its honey a sway to blissful
slow drip tucked into breakfast glee
things of no small importance
vital
like forgiving mis-steps that neuter success
or losing shackles of disappointment
to hear love-words nurturing branches of support
vital, like a baby's gurgle, language spilling
in infancy
as children outdoors skip in a fusilade of laughter
vital, like robins hopping in the surety of spring
when winter lifts folded veils of snow to a fresh brush
of green
lives from strain to festive
sometimes shaky with apprehension
in a carefully constructed freedom that respects
diversity
vital
like love transcending the glut of superficial
Cookie, fire-up yer chuck wagon 'cause th' round-up is begun!
Us cowpokes is gonna cull th' herd frum dawn to th' settin' sun!
We is gonna supply you wid th' cookin's fer our chuck tonight;
Heaps uv good ol' Rocky Mountain oysters broiled fer our delight!
It'll be a hot an' dusty trail as we drive 'em frum th' chaparral,
An' herd them cantankerous kine fer brandin' in th' ol' corral!
It'll take a heap uv sweat an' a lot uv cussin' to git 'em movin', alright,
But it'll be worth it, 'cause we is feedin' on Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Usin' our cuttin' hosses we'll rope an' wrestle th' bulls to th' ground.
There we'll brand an' neuter 'em as they beller an' kick around!
We'll be bruised an' kicked fer little pay but that'll be alright,
'Cause we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Us cowboys works hard wid little pay rollin' 'round in th' manure,
Convertin' bulls into steers; that's more'n them city fellers could endure!
But that's okay, 'cause at round-up time we gits a special treat;
Tonight we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters to eat!
She’s so neg neurodegenerative,
so womb retro Neanderthal
Her backward moving bellow decisions
aren’t thoroughly modern mellow
Got lip kicker high heels
that testosterone neuter kills
Miss So and So
loves to cold-heartedly
iron cast her anvil anger with
dragon breath death blows
She’s so con method constrictive,
so anaconda pocket squeeze avarice addictive
Those boa belly estrogen rolls
always take their masculine squeal toll
Her every hip sway diamondback pulse suggestion
is cobra hardwired for a vow recoil bosom confession
Miss No Good So and So
is a sultry eyelash she-devil
Delivering a bottomless pit of insomnia pain
everywhere she pillow goes
I am one of those. At one time I had eighteen dogs.
None from the same litter. I neuter and spay my animals.
Here is the thing. I am an elementary school counselor
And I cannot bring children home,
Even though I want to rescue some of them sometimes.
So I stop by the pound if I have had a really bad day
And I adopt a cat, a dog, or a dog and a cat or two cats.
Do you see where I am going with this?
I brought home Happy, Go and Blue the same day, three dogs.
And the next day had to run back to the pound for Lucky.
When they give me "that look" as I leave,
It is on! And Lucky had given me the saddest look ever.
Pretty soon, we had so many heated sheds
And we had roped off so much of the forest with fencing,
It looked like we were running a concentration camp.
Because being a grandma takes precedent we decided to move
Closer to our ten grandchildren.
We bought six acres, and knew we could bring our dogs and cats.
Yes, I have four cats too.
Only two dogs, and a cow were allowed. No more than two.
What? I called everybody. They verified it.
I had three months to find sixteen dogs a home, and I did.
Lucky lived to be twelve, and Blue lived to be eight.
I had two feral cats scheduled for surgery,
so I called a cab to take me to The Humane Society.
When the driver saw the cats, she asked me,
"Are you TNR?" (Trap, Neuter & Release).
"Yes I am," was my reply to she.
then she went on to say the following to me,
"Whenever you have more cats scheduled for surgery,
when you call my dispatcher ask for me specifically.
From here on in your transport to and from The Humane Society
will be on me. Your transport costs will be absolutely free."
Taken aback all I could say was, "Thank you,.. really, sincerely."
"I'm TNR also, no worries," she then told me.
I just may have made a new ally and friend possibly.
I fell in love with a computer
Not for the sex, for it is neuter
It came without name
Oh my! What a shame!
I googled one and up came Luther.
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Limerick Contest II
Sponsor: Jan Allison
Placed 1st
20th February, 2016
Politics
By Franklin Price
8/21/2015
Politics let us begin.
The origin is Greek my friend.
Politikos, that's it, hurrah,
the neuter plural of politika.
The dictionary is so fine.
It goes on further to define:
The art or science of government,
and controlling same (a further hint)
Competing for control complete
are politicians with goals to meet.
Their pinnacle is domination
of us all and this great nation.
It takes real egos that are great
to think they can control our fate.
Who put them there to make this fuss?
Surprise, surprise the answer's us!!!!
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