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