Poetry Thursday

  

Jonce again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetatonc have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below

Tommy cat said he could fly

But Bob the dog thought he would fail

And didn’t want Tommy to die

So Bob bit him on the tail

“Ouch,” Tommy cried

“You must release me at once”

Bob did, not wanting the cat to take a chunk out of his hide

Or surprise him with a swift and painful pounce

“I don’t think you should fly” Bob pled

The cat answered “I have nine live what could go wrong”

Bob wished he had a dime for every time that was said

Like the time their Mommy found Bob wearing her thong

“Come to the roof,” Tommy said. “I will show you what I can do.”

Bob reminded him that since they ate the shingles from the roof they had been stricken

Tommy didn’t care and accessed the roof from a window in.the loo

Reluctantly Bob followed not wanting to be labeled a chicken

Tommy licked his paw and held it in the air

He said “the wind is from the east”

Then Tommy said he would jump from right there

Then leapt into the air like a baby Robin leaving the nest

He made it almost a foot

Until gravity,took hold

Then Tommy hit a branch and then slipped down the gutter chute

And how many lives he lost in the fall could not be vet

Tommy went to the vet and stayed a few days

Then for a month he wore the cone of shame without fail

Once healthy Tommy announced he was swimming in the pool much to Bob,s dismay

And he had no choice but to stop the cat by biting his tail.   

Wordless Wednesday

Beat This Caption

 

The fish? They all ran away. Someone must have left the gate open. Anyway, this is my new bed, be a good lady and fetch me my blanket.

Monday Question

 What do you think your job in the house is?

Ruby’s answer - sitting on the back of the couch where I have a view of the road, the benches, the paths, the putting green, and the pickle ball courts and if I see anything move I bark my head off to warn my parents. 

Friday Fill in the blanks

 

It’s Friday Fill In time. Ruby’s fill ins are in capitals.

My plans for this weekend include NEP - NAP, EAT AND PLAY WHICH IS A BIG CHANGE FROM LAST WEEKEND WHEN IT WAS EAT, NAP AND PLAY.

I meant it when I said SEVERAL CUSS BARKS WHILE SITTING IN MY SECOND STORY WINDOW, BARKING AT ANY DOG OR HUMANS WHO WALK BY AND   I LET THE EXPLETIVES FLY. 

I should probably FART more often SO MY TUMMY ISN’T LOUDER THAN MY SNORING BUT WHO HAS THE ENERGY FOR MULTIPLE FLATULENCE?

I will never jump on the MAGA trend. MANY HAVE TRIED BUT ITS A FOOL’s ERRAND TO TRY AND MAKE ALPO GREAT AGAIN,

Poetry Thursday

 

Jonce again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetaton have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below

Daddy don’t wake Mama

She is sleeping in

Don’t start drama

Being tired isn’t any sin

Don’t be suspicious mommy had a hard day

Taking care of us makes her tired

Now get downstairs and from the bedroom stay away

If you wanted a lively wife after work a maid you should have hired

Truthfully Daddy I don’t like to lie to you

But I know plenty

If of Mommy’s activities you want a clue.

Then slip me a twenty

What’s that Daddy “whose shoes are in the foyer?”

I don’t know I was in my room

I did hear her call a lawyer

Then Uncle Bill made her orgasm like a sonic boom

Remember when you asked me 

How I got a new bike

Since you paid me a small fee

I will tell you it was to cover cup the month she experimented being a dyke

The dad, enraged, yelled he was through

He walked down the steps and out the door

His mom came out of the bedroom and asked “was that you?”

And he shook his head and added more

“Daddy snuck home with a girl from work

But was surprised the house wasn’t empty

I didn’t want to say anything I know you would be irked

But he would understand me telling you if you slip me a twenty” 

Wordless Wednesday