Poetry Thursday.

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Once again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetatonc have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below.  Please to enjoy

A man built his home deep in the woods

And moved in his worldly goods

Behind it was a paved driveway

Where he parked his SUV from Chevrolet

He wanted to call his mother to brag about his home

But his phone had no bars to roam

So he paid for a telephone line to be strung for the greater good. 

Then he called up his mom and bragged that he was now 

one with the woods.

He cut down some trees that blocked his view. 

He ripped off some bark so that he could chew.

 He plowed through the grass, covering up the holes

driving away Gophers, possums, rabbits, squirrels, and moles.

He started a fire to live like the Quakers

When all was said and done, he burned a hundred acres.

He thought spraying pesticides on the overgrown vines would do the trick, 

but instead he poisoned the food supply and made the deer sick.

He decided to cut down some trees

.But he was not careful, swung too wide and cut through his femoral artery.

The man wanted to move to the woods to prove his mastery.

Instead, he ended up a deep woods fatality.

There was no one to cut back the brush. 

There was no one to change nature into his image in a rush.

 Slowly, the vines, grass, and weeds grew onto the house, 

which was now become a refuge for a family field mouse

Soon the house was covered with vegetation of green. 

The building would never again be seen. 

And as for the men, things turned out as he hoped they could, 

because his decaying body had become part of the woods.

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

Because I have butt arhritis and can’t sit on the hard floor, lady. That's why I need my own seat, and Clint if you pull on the leash one more father fricken time I swear I will scratch your eyes out with my dull claws

Monday Question

 Who cuts your nails?

My groomer has my entire life but based on your answers they are thinking of doing it themselves. Lord help me

Ruby’s Sunday Funnies

 

Little Johnny was caught swearing by his teacher.

"Johnny," she said, "you shouldn't use that kind of language. Where did you hear such talk, anyway?"

"My daddy said it," he responded.

"Well, that doesn't matter," explained the teacher. "You don't even know what it means."

"I do, too!" Little Johnny retorted. "It means the car won't start."

  

Reporter: "Excuse me, may I interview you?" 
Man: "Yes!" 
Reporter: "Name?" 
Man: "Abdul Al-Rhazim." 
Reporter: "Sex?" 
Man: "Three to five times a week." 
Reporter: "No no! I mean male or female?" 
Man: "Yes, male, female... sometimes camel." 
Reporter: "Holy cow!" 
Man: "Yes, cow, sheep... animals in general." 
Reporter: "But isn't that hostile?" 
Man: "Yes, horse style, dog style, any style." 
Reporter: "Oh dear!" 
Man: "No, no deer. Deer run too fast. Hard to catch."

A man follows a woman out of a movie theater, who has a dog on a leash. He stops her and says, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice that your dog was really into the movie. He cried at the right spots, he moved nervously in his seat at the boring parts, but most of all, he laughed like crazy at the funny parts. Don't you find it unusual?”

“Yes,” she replied, “I found it very unusual. He hated the book!”

Friday Fill ins

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

1 Being too short to reach the air conditioner temperature control is a first world problem I have.

2. I’ll never understand why so many people enjoy sex - what a terrible thing to do to a bed

3. My sense of humor would be best described as solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short

4. I think schools should teach humans how to properly care for dogs, and not to make us attend stressful training classes and perform unnecessary, and unnatural tasks like “leave it” next to discount ferrets at the big box pet store

Poetry Thursday

  

Once again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetatonc have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below.  Please to enjoy

Suzy thought her dad was a superhero because he wore a cape

Her mother told her that her dad stole her bike because he was too lazy to walk down the road to vape

And that he didn't wear a cape to impress

But liked to squeeze himself into mommy’s dress

His neighbors considered him crazed zealot

Because he rode on a tiny bike with a pink helmet

 With a pink top and skirt to match

He gave the neighbors a reason to look for a new flat.

Suzy said he rode off to fight crime

Her mom said if the crime was uphill they would get away because her dad could not climb

Suzy said the villains feared him

Her mom was worried Suzy and her dad were equally dim

Suzy’s mom didn’t know how much longer she could put up with his idiosyncraties

And his belief in conspiracies 

She had vowed to death do their part

But did that mean staying with someone who got trespassed for riding his bike in the produce mart

One day into town came the O’Brien gang

And where they went crime did reign

With little trouble they chased off the police force

And took over the town as a matter of course

Only one man stood between the town and ruin

And their ignoring the constitution 

Suzy’s dad rode up on his bike

And the O’Brien gang who a Gypsy had told could only be defeated by a grown man in a pink dress on a bike ran in fright

Suzy hugged her dad, a man who was truly super

Who chased off the gang like a shark scared by Matt Hooper

And Suzy’s mom no longer thought her husband was a zero 

But a true hero