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Prancing Cat Falls Short

Scampering leaping missing falling




July 21, 2023

The Cats Are Prancing With a Cha Cha Cha

The cats are prancing with a cha cha cha
Chick a boom a chick a boom a rah rah rah
We hire out for birthdays the little one said.
They were throwing fish in the air, many were dead.

The cats are prancing with a cha cha cha
Chick a boom a chick a boom a rah rah rah
We are cheap and available all day long, they purred.
This was terrific news for the cat ladies who acted absurd.

The cats are prancing with a cha cha cha
Chick a boom a chick a boom a rah rah rah
We’ll pay whatever we have to, one of the old crones said.
Just then two dead salmon landed on the old biddy’s head.

Air of Prancing Fun

There is an air of prancing fun
Elusive but lightly brewing
My candid heart feels her presence
Dare I warn the others?
Or simply watch the show

I elect to keep mum
People stop arguing.
Husbands embrace their wives.
Toddlers with tears begin to smile.
The angels are here
Ancestral drama alleviated and dissipated

Prancing Baby Goats

prancing baby goats
throw joy around the barnyard
exuding delight

The Prancing Family

We called them the Prancing Family.
They pranced around their old Grandmother
Worrying about making her mad
How she could have been any madder, we never knew.

When grandma died, they started prancing around
their father, her son.
“He pouts,” one told me.
I had never seen this, but I was not his child.

Two of them lived at home their entire life,
prancing around dad, trying to please him.
Out-guessing what he might want for dinner.
“Why not just ask him?” I suggested.

That might have meant less pussy-footing
And certainly less prancing, so they were not up for that.
Many neighbors never got to know the Prancing Family
Too busy leading their own lives to worry about all that prancing.

I was one of those, I am glad to report.
I did not even know their names, not sure anyone else did either.
I know one thing, they were the best role models for a life I 
Never wanted to lead, so I thank them for that.

Prancing Through Midnight Fire

Prancing through midnight fire
I called my soul to surrender
She laughed
Diabolically

Shocked at my daring
and my failure to train myself
even in death, I pulled out the big guns
Plastering her with truth in leaden forms

She refused to comply
Making me angry, but also
infuriating me, as I was losing her respect
Which was the only thing I thought I would have in the end

Silly me.

Dancing Prancing Cry Cry Cry

Dancing prancing
cry cry cry
Whirling twirling
die die die

Up on the roof top
Laughing with maniacal glee
Saddest moment ever
Keeping this to myself, as you can see

Shopping, buying everything in sight
Wishing someone would unplug me
Or turn out the light

Life of the party, collecting strangers all around
Falling fast, and hard, maybe to never again
Fully be found.

Dancing prancing
Cry cry cry
Bi-polar fun.
Why? Why? Why?

A Dance With a Prancing Prawn Should Be Held At Dawn With Birdsongs

The idiosyncrasies of a semi idolised biscuit is often symbolised by riotous clapping sessions. By camels who love to crunch. But a crunch is neither a cream, a crevasse, a cape nor is it a crammed carton. So in fact is it better to rise then fall or fall then rise? In many a disguarded apron lies the epitome of expertise in experimental expeditions. But not whilst cleaning out the shower for that brings forth notes and vast arias of synchronised sounds from the sink. A snoring is often akin to the sweet sounds from a cast iron twenty foot long boar. Whose epic dreams of parachuting are often thwarted by the passing of the seasonal shrouded shams. But this is never to be released by mr shampoo bottle as shampoo bottles are too simple to simplify and to simplify is to simply signify significant stirring sticks. And there is the glow from the morning brew. Winking. Waiting. Z harpsichordist Z at 33 feet looking for 8 pairs of socks. X c v b q x and a big rotating Z

Loves To Be Prancing

Loves To Be Prancing

Trump does look devilish when he is dancing;
He and Billy Boy Bush bragged about romancing;
Woman grabbing,
And back-stabbing;
With him as a candidate should not be chancing.

Jim Horn

Prancing

Don't stop me now something brilliant's gonna happen
A masterpiece of outstanding proportions you sure can't dampen
A master chef in the kitchen
True greatness can't be hidden 
As I prance around so stunning in my silks and satins

Pixie Prancing But Not Pixelated Ok X

Long legged pixie hop. Circles in the grass. Encircled by the firelights. Duties in the pass. Awaken one oh global one. Assisting virally everyone. Mission paths on grasses. Enshrouded in such myth. Vital is the work of the coexisting cobra clan whose addresses to clams bring atunement. Timely in any environmental era. Couplets in goblets and patriotic frogs. Question not the passing passionate wisdom of a fried onion bap. With sauce. Mate always with harmonious courage and exact comedy. Movements of a fruit bake in a frilly skirt. Rapid is the judgement of a peeled potato. Succumb not to icing. Ski scrambled schools schooling scholars solarium solar systems structures dish dots dash haha xx compass. Xxz. Cup of tea then is it? Want some tea? Good. *** beautification *** ha ha ha xx classification ***

Prancing Rainbows In the Sky

We are the children of the dry ground;
A dust bowl of empty arid fields 
is all our eyes espy
On barren land
…our voices cry

Clouds darken as we watch the sky;
Carousel dreams of balloons 
filled with water
ready to burst
… our voices sing!

Romping the horizon, riding high…
Thunder prances its hooves
as lightning ripples
our rainbow visions!
…our voices rejoice!

Dissipating dreams of children’s wishes…
Merry-go-around horizon winds
chase rain laded clouds
from our view
…in unison we sigh

We are the children of the dry ground…
Hope remains within our vision
Waterless day dreams
evaporate our vision 
… our voices cry

© Debra Squyres

Prancing Pony

She rides a horse 'pon the merry-go-round
The decorated carousel endorse
Memories of long ago now astound
She rides a horse
Carousel music wind up tinkling sound
Sights, scents, food all pleasures reinforce
One enjoyable night forever now renowed
Long ago, short time together, love's course
In my aged mind those happy times rehearse
'Pon the carousel round and round and round
She rides a horse  

I don't remember what form that this was...
Just guessing Rondeau..

Prancing

rides true on his course
black Knight prancing on his horse….
takes the rook by force

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Prancing Horse

far in the distance 

under the moon ..hear my call 

in the darkness i 

reach the sky ..and stand up tall 

prancing horse .. full of joy

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