It was hot and arid in the desert
No wind, no breeze, not a breath
And Pedro and Luis were lost
And so very close to death.
As they crawled across the sand
As though trapped in still air
The smell of bacon frying
Seemed to hang around them there.
Slightly ahead of his mate
Pedro crested a dune to see
Loads of Bacon Butties
Hanging on a bacon buttie tree.
Turning painfully around
He said through rasping breath
The Good Lord, he said, has
Saved us from almost certain death
Crawling painfully forward
Eager for a life saving taste,
Yards away from safety when
All his effort went to waste.
A machine gun opened fire
Sending him close to his death.
He tried to warn his friend
With his very last breath:
Luis crawl away from here,
Crawl away man, in a rush,
Eese not a bacon buttie tree
Eese a deadly Ham Bush!!!!!!!
Categories:
pedro, destiny, fate, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Gentrifier’s pliers pull the heart from the old tart
Though a Navy Commander warns crew not to wander
Where sailors drank and brawled till ships’ horns called
By-the-hour beds and Shanghai Red’s demolished so Pedro could be polished
Now L.A. gangs sell the sins, against their guns no patron wins
Tarp homes on the bluff keep it rough, still developers dream and cream
Hills and ocean make a heady potion but fog dispels the notion
That a fat purse trumps a curse; ghosts abound, the lost are never found
Categories:
pedro, memory, places,
Form: Rhyme
The opportunity came to play with Pedro from Rio,
A chubby red crested cardinal interesting to know,
He spins on his right gray wing with a flamboyant and fun flair,
Sporting black sunglasses looking all relaxed without a care,
*note one line is still being worked on, this is a series of
all the birds from the movie RIO, you can collect them at
MacDonalds, they all do tricks, this one spins on his wing,
the BLU one I posted, a button is on the back that plays music
they come with happy meals, or buy them apart for 2 buck CA.
Cute collection.
Categories:
pedro, animals
Form: Limerick
I thought Pedro was playing a joke,
lying so still out there in the dewy grass,
just outside of Mr. Anderson rusty red barn, as if he'd croaked.
Hopping closer, careful not to raise suspicion about my upright posture,
I noticed Pedro's furry chest barely moving,
the whiskers 'round his nose barely quivering,
and instantly sweat ran down the black streak of my back.
I'll have to reveal my special skill to save this darn cat!
I've seen it done in movies, in plays, even in books!
By ladies in dresses in June,
And swindlers in bars among loons,
But never, never by a 'coon!
So up I hoisted my poor fallen friend
And sauntered to the back door of Mr. Anderson's den.
Though looking around
No one was to be found.
So I laid Pedro on the couch and called 911.
Categories:
pedro, animals, funny
Form: Rhyme