- A poem with some sort of bird in it.
- A poem about a collection or collecting
smile for the birdy!
there is just that kind of
Hell awaiting the IT guy
you know, sucker makes it work?
there it is a fox, maid marion
dropping new born Carrion
there’s ‘coonie about to lick
her mitten-furred mits
But oh hell no are the pup pics
hiding forever in foldered weeds
There’s da BIRD
oh puke it’s so cute.
and I’ve 550 some still to spin on through
collections needing inspections
who the hell are these people?
a tug says hey lookie, lookie ME
god made the dandelions on which I pee
and over here where I balk and sass
it ye a pile to remove from the grass
Come, fur-child, let’s go see Mommy!
that head pops up with a sniff of attention!
oh god, what disaster awaits my later mention
Heaven’s be PRAISED, this walk will christian me RED
but rue i wont because he’s my good boy! – goes through my head
but solid logic here needs a good question.
believe it or not it wasn’t the bike or a distant wail
nor even the look you jackass smell the bbq you’re beyond the pale!
of course there was sass as there was sits
but guess who works late…sis.
so back home again we go, I failed.
then the bike nope a solitary old man
friendly enough but again I’m near on my can
oh no no, skittish with teeth unfurled
oh no no he likes! you but tomorrow he’ll be a girl
of course he’s escaped me and galloped the world.
the the head’s back at attention
we’re nearly home – did I mention?
and here come let’s look look on the double!
probably another pet a mile away but still trouble
will the snip-snip stop this aggression?
oh yeah, what a serving up of rhyming slop
oh yes yes! one more fine line….. STOP!
not Moskeeters but close enough. 140 ish pounds of difficult for now…with any luck and love… improvements are coming imaging that head is as his feets are on the ground over my beltline – you know…urkle’s?