Poetry Thursday

 

Once again Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us a photo for Poetry Thursday

Here is my meager contribution 

They found Old Joe on the kitchen floor

His head caved in, it was obvious he would live no more

Next to him was his wife Millicent

Holding a rolling pin and saying she was innocent

The blood on the pin proved it was the murder weapon

Wielding it like it was a trepan

The police arrested her for murder

And to the station, they did take her

They brought her into the interrogation room

Where they let her sit and fume

Two men began to ask her questions

Not wanting to hear her “I’m innocent” suggestions

They asked her why she had the pin

And she said it wasn’t for sin

They asked him if she used it for cookies

And she said that was for rookies

They asked if she used that for pie

And she said no with a sigh

She asked why she was holding the pin

And she could only grin

The chief interrupted their interrogation

With a story that would shock the nation

It was the victim’s brother who did the deed

And after much discussion, Millicent was freed

Before she left a curious detective asked

If the pin wasn’t for breakfast

Wasn’t for cakes

Wasn’t for anything you have to bake

What do you use it for

Millicent stopped her hands on the door

And said “I will tell you, you syph'litic parasitics

It is one of my favorite aphrodisiacs.”

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

 

Don't flatter yourself.

This rose isn't for you.

I'm keeping it…

Monday Question

 How many toys do you have, and what is your favorite.

Ruby's answer: I have about 40 different toys, most of which I have inherited. I play with most of them. My favorites are bones. The two I use the most are a Kong Bamboo bone and a plastic wishbone.

The Ruby Rose Report: No Food From a Can

 

Something that all of my mom's dogs have in common is that they all like to eat. Even Pocket, who would turn her nose up at food because her belly was sour, enjoyed eating when in the mood.

When Pocket and River Song were ready to transition, they announced their attention by turning their nose at food. A bell tolled for them on that day, and no parent wanted to hear it.

When River passed, my parents began questioning the food they were feeding her. They decided to make half my food kibble mixed in brother, combined with green beans and pumpkin, and an all-natural, fresh frozen food. After investigating the different products, my parents choose Ollie.

It came in a big box, and steam came from the container because it was so cold when it was removed. When I tasted it, I let my parents know it was well worth the money.

The problem with these companies is they like to tell the consumer when they sell their product, and three months later, a massive box of food came from us from Ollie's. It contained over $200.00 worth of food I was supposed to eat in a month. Have they seen me? Where was I supposed to put it? This problem also affected my parents, who thought keeping the product cold broke our refrigerator.

Although my parents loved me, spending $200.00 a month on dog food was a little pricey for them, and that's more than their pizza budget. So they decided to use the food and try other wet foods to see if I liked them.

The problem is that you can't go back once you have the excellent stuff. I knew a couple of times a week, they substituted the expensive food for canned, but I still ate it because I am a good girl. But last week, I had to draw the line.

They bought canned food from the pet store. I can tolerate this, as long as it looks like something a human would consume, but this was one of those pates that come out of the can in a solid mass, sits in the bowl like a rock, and feels the same way in the digestive system.  

So I ate around it, but the big slab turned everything in the dish into an uneatable mess. So, I walked away with half the dinner unconsumed.

Of course, my parents freaked out. They tried to spoon-feed me, then began giving me treats to ensure I wasn't broken. It only took them two more meals before they realized I didn't want to eat that crap, which was a surprise because I eat crap.

But the crap I eat is made right here at home.

My parents are going to try to find a new frozen fresh meal for me that doesn't come like a care package to a soldier in Ukraine.

I hope they find some too.

I only have enough food through 2025.

The Last Leaf by Foley Monster

 

When I first met Aunt Lea, she had a brother, a husband, and three excellent dogs: Sandy, Bo, and Maggie. This week, after a long life and her begging, borrowing, and stealing extra heartbeats, Maggie went to the Bridge, leaving Lea the last surviving member of that group.

People are kind and mourn Maggie's loss and send words of encouragement, but Maggie is not one to mourn. It is Momma Lea who finds herself the last leaf on the tree. Passing brings peace: And surviving brings more sorrow.

When Maggie crossed Sandy, Bo, her father, and uncle were waiting to greet her, which they did, then the two men and the three dogs became a mass of licks, scratches, kisses, and belly rubs.

Leaving her beloved mom was hard for Maggie, but becoming an angel was the start of something new and joyous. People go to the Bridge every day, making the mortal world sad, and they arrive at the Bridge, causing everyone to be happy.

As people get older, the amount of loved ones as the Bridge grows, and it is hard to remember that there is still love in the survivor's life. They might be the last leaf on their trees, but they are also part of a forest that has lost leaves and knows how to survive.

It is challenging to describe Momma Lea's situation after losing so much, s luck, but she still owns her house, and she had the angels of Earth, Nikki Bear and Nellie, who came to Momma Lea as strays. What is unique about the stray human experience is that most of us are picked by our parents, but strays choose their humans and are devoted to them.

It takes a special person to be trusted by a stray. They have seen the worst of people, which is how they know to pick the best humans to approach and join their families.

Momma Lea has taken in several strays, having been chosen for her pure heart.

Like how Europeans came to America, life is a crowded, loud, filthy, smelly ship. You do get to choose your companions, but some get off early, you have to stay on until it's your turn, and you will all end up in the same place.

Until then, you need to enjoy the ride, and the best way to do that is to snuggle with pets who chose you as their parents.

Someday we will all reach the same destination, and people will feel bad for us when we do.

We mourn the survivors at the Bridge, where we are free of pain.

Poetry Thursday

 

Its Poetry Thursday!   

Here is the photo Sammy and Teddy provided to inspire us.

Below the photo is my humble offering

Timmy was surprised by the new girl in his class

With the sweater, the glasses, and the shapely little gravitational mass

He could not take his eye off of her

The cute new transfer

He imagined how their life would be

With him with her and he with she

She will make any meal I choose

Unless she thinks I have weight to lose

She and I will watch the game

Unless the time the Bachelor start time is the same

We will spend every weekend going on tours

As long as I finish my chores.

I will go fishing with my friends

Unless her family had a function, I must attend

I will live free as a bird

As long as it is what she preferred

Married life will be for me

Save for the occasional third degree

Where did I go, with whom, and why

And if I don’t answer right, she will cry

If I do wrong, she will yell herself hoarse

With threats of imminent divorce

Her mother shall come live with us

When she needs help in the art of cuss

Six children will we have with each other

All dumber than another

As for my mother

We’ll see her one-weekend midsummer

Perhaps marriage isn’t for me

I prefer to live a life free

I didn’t want a woman in my hair

Which is why I got detention for kicking her chair