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.
Dog Days of August
When my friend has something to say,
He lets me know in his own way.
He wags his tail, and pricks his ears,
And barks out loud for me to hear.
Sometimes he’ll act ridiculous
And gets downright cantankerous,
And tongue pants while looking around,
Disgusted when I don’t respond.
And then, for fun, I’ll stare him down,
But he doesn’t flinch, blink, or hound.
He’s the boss and calls the shots,
And when it’s time to go, we hop.
Lucky and I were born in August
During the dog days, which are the hottest.
As the years flew by, we got older.
His face whitened, and I grew taller.
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Note:
The month of August is named after Augustus Caesar (aka Octavian, 63 BC–14 AD), the first Roman emperor, who reigned from 27 BC until his death in 14 AD. August babies are considered lucky.
In the Northern Hemisphere, the “Dog Days” of summer are usually very hot and humid and last about forty days, from July 3 to August 11. They are so known since Roman times because Sirius (aka the Dog Star), located in the constellation Canis Major (The Great Dog), rises at the same time.
Cleopatra ruler
Captivating beauty
Collected four husband
Caesar was her lover
Claimed Caesarion son
Crucial Roman nation
Chose Mark Antony last
10/21/2020
Cleopatra VII Philopator (Koine Greek: ??e?p?t?a F???p?t??, Kleopátra Philopátor;[5] 69 – 10 or 12 August 30 BC)[note 2] was the last active ruler of the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt.
Cleopatra's husbands were (in chronological order)
1. Ptolemy XIII - he drowned in 47 BC
2. Ptolemy XIV - he was allegedly poisoned in c. 44 BC
3. Julius Caesar - he was assassinated in Rome in 44 BC
4. Mark Antony - he committed a suicide following a crucial defeat from Octavian in 31 BC
Woe betide this waste of life
To whom the gods did give much strife
And now to end my life with much aharm
I drink this poison to join my loved one across the stars
My love im coming
“The lover who reasons is no lover” – Norman Douglas, English writer.
Its spell made Antony to fall in love with Cleopatra, and marry her. Threats from Octavian only made their bond stronger.
Its spell made Tristan to fall in love with Isolde, as he escorted her back to Cornwall, in England, where King Mark hailed. Tristan had forgotten that Isolde was the fiancé to his uncle, King Mark.
Paris was hypnotized by its spell, going ahead to abduct Helen, and taking her back to Troy. What followed was the Trojan War, and eventually the sack of Troy by Greeks.
Its spell made Penelope to resist 108 suitors, who were anxious to replace her husband, Odysseus. Odysseus was equally devoted by refusing a beautiful sorceress’s offer of everlasting love and eternal youth.
Shah Jahan was cast by its spell, building the Taj Mahal; a monument dedicated to his late beloved, Mumtaz.
Its spell still makes its way into our hearts today, making us to do extraordinary things for the ones we hold very dear.
I ask you
To allow me to breathe again
Grant me, one more sin
And I would breathe again
Borrow the sorrow of suffering men
If I could breathe again
It’s kind of funny how life brings you
Its twist, its turns
It’s young, it’s unborn
Scripts to this song severely worn
First class have-nots
In all my dignity, I am untouchable
Paranoia is but unstable trust
From what’s beneath you skull
I beg for lust
You simply pleasure the clutch
Aside from aging
I ain’t doing much
Without adrenaline
How am I to pursue this rush?
Fallen from pure lush
Crawling lifeless beneath a deathly crush
Life long terror
Individuals in this priceless era
Her passion, my pain
My due rations in a given range
My life story, just not worth the tale
Rage through sunshine
To only again awaken in hell
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