Today was like sometimes, when sometimes is dull, but at least now I'm home, and my belly is full.
It started so badly with a for-gotten lunch, and when I did things, no one said thanks a bunch. Then lunchtime came and my belly did growl, and within 4 more hours, my mind sure did prowl, dreaming of milk shakes, green eggs and ham, oh I would have even eaten spam from a can.
So when quittin' time came, My shoes I quick laced, to put an end to the endlessness doggy cat race. I jetted from point A with a grin on my face To Porty point B with a donkey in chase. And there waiting for me, was my wife and little girl, and I stopped there so quickly I did a quick twirl.
And man was I glad I got home in a hurry, to stuff my clown face, with some hot chicken curry.
Oh, gosh--I'd forgotten until you mentioned them about the Burma Shave signs. We'd so look forward to reading the silly jingles as we drove down the highways and byways on our vacation trips... One that sticks in my mind to this day is: "She shot a bullet through his hat;' He'd had closer shaves than that."
There is actually a book that has the full collection of them, called "The Verse by the Side of the Road."
My day is so slow Hours seem to grow But in case you don't know My words at least flow. For breakfast I ate Green ham and dates, For the chicken was late, So eggs have to wait. Slow is my day But the bird song is gay, The gold fish are at play And the sky's turning grey. The Grinch isn't here Because Christmas ain't near And the cat in the hat He's become old and fat.
Annegma, I liked your "adult" version of the good Doctor, and so, in that vein I composed this in my hammock: Woke up with a beer Dont know how it got here My geese they are honkin´ My head it is knockin´ Had a big glass of rum To soothe my poor tum Took a small bit of acid and learned that God is a frog When he barked though I realized—it was only my dog! (Just joking, folks, and I hope this does not get me banned from HP!!!)
Why do they call it a brand new day?" Everything old has Not gone away! Same old stomach, With yesterday's food... Same old thoughts, Same old mood. Same ol' sun shining Up in the sky. Same ol' everything! It makes me sigh. Couldn't I wake up to a brand new world? A kaleidoscope sky, All multicolored! Not just blue, But pink, yellow, red! Not plain white clouds, But magenta, instead!?
I practically think In Dr. Seuss rhyme. Yes, it happens All the time. Words pop up As though in a row, And what I do, Is let them go, Oh, its a nuisance... Yet I do play. Rhyming thoughts All through the day. AUGH!
Thank you. Loved yours too. Its so good to attend to our dogs and help them learn things. I guess some people let them watch TV. There are shows which feature images just for dogs: gold fish swimming across the screen etc. Some dogs like to watch the horses in westerns. Yes, I could make a poem out of this… I will spare you.
Here's another one I channeled from "THE Doctor;" ( But off topic.)
We keep our dogs in fenced-in yards Yet, we know their lives are hard. For beyond the fence, what do they see? Deer and chipmunks running free. Beyond the fence, the raccoons roam; While our dogs are stuck at home. So, we let them watch TV and lounge about so comfortably. But watching shows made just for mutts will turn them into you-know-whats!
I've got one (though I did see it somewhere else on the Internet, it still applies!)
"The Cat In The Hat On Aging" I cannot see I cannot pee I cannot chew I cannot screw Oh, my God, what can I do? My memory shrinks My hearing stinks No sense of smell I look like hell My mood is bad--can you tell? My body's drooping Have trouble pooping The Golden years have come at last The Golden years can kiss my ass
He goes bouncy, bounce, bounce All through the house Until he reaches the back door yapping His ears flip, flop, flapping With each wild doggy bounce He enters the yard with a barky trounce Excited to train weave poles Needed for agility shows He speeds through them like a black sonic blur Going whiz, swoosh and ssllluuurrrr After 12 he runs out like a black and white mop Spinning back to a treat for a job done tip top
So what am I doing today? Training weave poles to my pup-a!!
I got up early to write. But I had to Fight The Desire To Play And Not Be Clever Today I wrote A Poem On Topic Forbidden Read Some Hubs And Thought Ya Got To BE Kidden Now I read the Forum I have NO Decorum I am Wasting Time Making Lines That Rhyme
I woke up today, tired as can be With a heeve-ho, One, Two, Three. Walked to the kitchen my whole body was ka-put. Limped to the coffee maker on my main good foot. Coffee, coffee! Thank God for you! Without that black medicine I wouldn't know what to do.