Not a light or a fan returned to working, Deep sweat has returned, Yucko! Cats are loyal to a fault, Humans would have left me to suffer, Choose your friends and family carefully, I do wish flues wouldntake thr hint, Find the fly strips, And die!
Category Archives: Poetry
Chance Showers
Maybe tonado, Cooler tomorrow, Thunder, https://cbs2iowa.com/weather
The bold and the sweet
Wander through the door Now lost in the house, Three week old, By the tume I returned to my chair, there was Boots seeking foid,, They had chicken in the kitchen, Ate.momms.kittens chicken too, Now hungry for Boot’s crappy ass meducated old fart cat food from the Amish store, All the kittens but one wasContinue reading “The bold and the sweet”
Where’d time go?
I rose to check on the baby grey kitten, Last night I feared I had stepped upon her trying to extracate myself from the kitty room, I’m like Gulluver to these three week old kittens, Its comical I put one in the kitty oen another appears, There’s only three, But its insane, All nine babuesContinue reading “Where’d time go?”
Not a fan
Eighty Eight feels like ninety-six,
In a house, In a mobile home not mobile, Feels like one o six, Betch my ancesters salted everything, I have sweated away heart and soul, Tomorrow, I’m sure more sweet will flow, , My smartphone keeps heating up, And Pete could.onlt find.four fly strips for me, But the sweet man brought me chicken,hot dogsContinue reading “Eighty Eight feels like ninety-six,”
Firing blanks
Cats, Males, Still have sex, Nust caught Dude biting, Holding on to my Mica, About to plant his non seed, Dude is fixed, Do dogs do it too? Just wondering I zoomed down the hall , Only to find not Lewis but Dude! Dude!
No money to go
No interview, No clothes, That’s why a job with uniform’s perfect, The lady says if you change your mind give me a call. I said it has nothing to dinwith my mind if I have no money for gas, Are people truly that stupid!
103
Supose to be dangerously high to niĺùne pm Friday, Was over that nearly all last summer Hate flies, Fot to cover wondies, Create shade, Shade is cooler, 103, Five fans, Limit wandering like.my.xats Plenty of sweat, Metal jome,123 temp in reality, Yeah!
Melody Carlson
One of my favorite writers, Always her books are like ingridients for a better day, Melody always puts a pinch of her god in her stories, Wonderful writer full of wonder, Her Christmas books fill me with warmth, Not like Iowa’s summer heat, Which fills my skin with salt, I had not heard until tonight,Continue reading “Melody Carlson”
Val Whitewolf 