Well, looks like you can definitely joing the ranks of us budding witers....we can all someday be on TV together, advertising our books!!!!
Rose
At Fri, 30 Nov 2001, J&L VERMEY wrote:
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>Hi Rose,
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>I sure like the poems and sayings you have sent. (Glad you liked my poem too - it really describes how I feel ...sigh).
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>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.
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>Here's a couple of poem I wrote for my nieces!
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>The adventures of Daisy the cow
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>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
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>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
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>Daisy explained with a moo
>I have to eat for two
>I won't tell you maybe
>I'm soon to have a baby!
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>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!
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>The tale of a magic bunny
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>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
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>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!
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>Mr Chuckles, the Cat
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>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.
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>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!
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>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!
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>How Santa got stuck in the chimney!
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>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
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>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?
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>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!
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>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!!!!
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>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!
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>Love,
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>Lin
-- kcmo ro(se) ICQ #131145100 If you can't learn to do something well, learn to enjoy doing it poorly.