To Rowdy Lady Rose
From: J&L VERMEY (J.VERMEY@xtra.co.nz)
Thu Nov 29 19:00:13 2001
Hi Rose,
I sure like the poems and sayings you have sent. (Glad you liked my poem too - it really describes how I feel ...sigh).
Yeah, I'm a real animal person. I'm particularly nuts about cats. But my 8 month old Labrador / Rotweiler cross also delights me no end.
Here's a couple of poem I wrote for my nieces!
The adventures of Daisy the cow
There was a cow named Daisy
Her friends all thought she was crazy
She wore a great big bell
Which was heavy, you could tell
She made the farmers wife real mad
When she did something which was really bad
Accompanied by the goat, Moses
They ate all of her best roses
Daisy explained with a moo
I have to eat for two
I won't tell you maybe
I'm soon to have a baby!
So Daisy was forgiven
And she no long feels driven
To eat anything, except grass and clover
Now that she has a son, called Rover!
The tale of a magic bunny
There was a magic bunny
Who thought he was so funny
He played a little trick
On the magician, who was a little thick
He was hiding in his top hat
When the magician turned him into a rat
Even though our friend wasn't feeling too plucky
The rabbit was really quite lucky
For the spell did not last long
As the magician had gotten it wrong
You see, he wasn't too good at magic and stuff
'cause he hadn't practiced enough!
Mr Chuckles, the Cat
We're owned by a chubby grey cat
Who's just a little bit fat
He's a beautiful British Blue
Who sometimes sniffs as if he's got the flu!
Oscar is his official name
Though it hasn't bought him any fame
While somebody strokes his fur,
He loves to cuddle and purr.
He's a cat who likes his place homely,
That why sometimes when he's lonely
Oscar will join us in bed, under the covers
It's only his allergy prone Dad who suffers
Still, if you're slow of the dot
You'll find Oscar in your spot!
He won't move for a song,
For he's stretched out a meter long!
Often though, he sleeps in a box,
Dreaming of dirty socks?
He can snore as loud as his Dad!
But seriously, he's not that bad!
Oscar is sure a big man,
He stuffs his face, whenever he can
And if Oscar wants to play,
Our dog had better stay out of the way
For with a hiss and a roar,
The dog comes squeaking thru the door
He just got his butt kicked by our cat!
Are you really believing that?
Still, if you think this story buckles,
Come visit our cat, known as Mr Chuckles!
How Santa got stuck in the chimney!
Today it's my goal
To tell you what happened at the North Pole
To a man with a lot of fame
Santa Claus is his name!
One day an elf spoke in jest,
While looking at Santa's chest,
Saying, "You've gotten rather round,
It's obvious you've put on a pound".
So Santa laughed and with a shout
Ran to the roof to try his own chimney out.
But on the way down
He looked up with a frown,
Yelling "Help! I think I'm stuck!"
He wiggles and squirmed without any luck.
So the elves ran to help, bringing a rope
They even thought of bringing liquid soap.
But here Rudolf to the rescue comes,
With all his other reindeer chums
I really must confess,
It was turning into a mess,
And one could easily say
This could ruin Christmas day!
Imagine all those children in different places
With disappointment on their faces!
Would their combined strength deliver Santa from his fate?
Will he be able to deliver all those presents on that all important date?
Then one smart elf
All by himself
Said, with a soft little stutter;
"Maybe we should use some butter?"
It was all quite a sight
The elves and reindeer pulling with all their might!
Then with a pop
Santa flew out of the chimney top!
And with an almighty "POOF"
He landed safely on the roof.
Now after all that noise and riot,
Mrs Claus put Santa on a diet
No more cake, and no more pork
All that was left was lettuce on his fork.
So now all children have nothing to fear
On Christmas Eve Santa will be very near
For he is truly in the mood
To give presents to kids who have been good!
I must admit I had so much fun writing these poems! Currently I'm working on some others, two to do with my dog, one about his identity crisis (he thinks he's a cat) and one about him being naughty, and a couple about my other cats. They're nearly finished!!!!
Well, got to go make myself another drink - I've got to keep up my fluids (not having a large bowel and all) since it is soo hot!
Love,
Lin
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