Poetry Thursday

Our friend Teddy, who is One Spoiled Cat  

provided the following photo to inspire me on Poetry Thursday…

Every day I patrol the woods where I reside 

To protect us from any impending doom

I have to make sure that of the rules all the critters abide

And to investigate the weird nylon mushrooms

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They sprout up during the day

And go away the next morn

I have tried different sprays to keep them away

But more of them keep getting born

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There is something is shared with the wife

That in the woods devoid of noise

Those mushrooms give me the scare of my life

Because they have a voice.

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As I slink by sniffing the ground the mushroom speaks in fear

In a soft woman’s voice talking to someone I did not know

The mushroom says: “Be quiet there is a bear out there.

If we keep quiet it will go.”

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I came back later in the day and was surprised that they mushroom was playing a radio

And then the woman’s voice said “The bear is back you dumbbell

And if we are killed and we go to heaven Saint Peter will say no

“You shouldn’t have been in the woods that we created for animals so the two of you can go straight to hell.”

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Then I heard another voice claiming his innocence

And I was surprised that I had discovered a schizophrenia fungus

So I stuck my head in the tent to investigate

And see what was the ruckus

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And that was when I got a wonderful surprise

The mushrooms are filled with meat, the crunchy kind

And I enjoyed my meal with a bottle of wine on the side

I love the woods, you never know what you will find