Thursday, September 26, 2024

Poetry Thursday

 


This week's inspiration from the Two Spoiled Cats


When Tommy was born his parents thought he was a fine young buck

And they could not believe their luck

The boy was filled with spirit and pluck

Then he began to upchuck.


They took Tommy to the doc

To see if there was a block

The doctor said they needed to talk

And said it would pass, then to pay him they had to sell stock.


They didn’t take Tommy out for half a year

And the vomiting stopped so they thought he was in the clear

As Tommy’s grandma's birthday grew near

At it they decided to appear


They made sure Tommy had nothing in his belly

Not even his favorite beans made of jelly

They didn’t want him to have a diaper most smelly

Or to vomit that looked like Gol Gappa from New Delhi



To Tommy’s grandmom’s they did go

And he looked so happy it was likee he was aglow

He even at some mashed potato

When he was done his dad saw him and said “Look out he’s going to blow.”


He threw up on the table

He threw up on grannie’s sable


He threw up on the rug

He threw up on cousin Doug


He threw up on the cat

He threw up in Grandpa’s hat


He threw up his on aunt Sue

If you were there he would have thrown up on you too


Tommy was brought home and put to bed

Then his parents collapsed on the couch like they were dead

They wished they had listened to their Uncle Fred

Who told them this would happy to a baby what was inbred











9 comments:

  1. lol, I just wrote my own poem, collie related of course! I think I like yours better!

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  2. hahaha omg... you made our day... the mama has coffee on her keyboard hahahahahahahahaha

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  3. So much tummy upset for poor Tommy☺

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  4. Oh dear, and now we are wondering what relation Tommy's dad is to his mom....

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  5. Tommy was a talented fella
    "He threw up on the table

    He threw up on grannie’s sable"
    And now I'm reminded of this quote my Annie Ma said to the grandchildern.

    Mable, Mable strong and able, keep your elbows off the table.
    Hugs Cecilia

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  6. Poor Tommy. We sure hope he eventually grew out of that affliction.

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  7. Lulu: "Wow, that sure was a lot of vomiting! Almost as much as one of Dada's car trips when he was a kid, according to him!"
    Java Bean: "Ayyy, I guess this is why you shouldn't marry your brother or your cousin or your sister. Unless you're a Targaryen of course. But even then it doesn't seem to work out very well ..."

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