Go Away

I see, said he. What do you want of me? To play in my tree? To speak softly with glee? To be in my face rather than feeding me? I have an answer to all You, human, are my devotee   What shall I make of this? Your camera bliss You have run amiss with your misplaced hubris You created a crisis A supreme antithesis of sleep and rhyme I shall need psychoanalysis whatever the $%#@*&% that is To endRead more

SOCs: Spell my Name

Spell my name, spell my name If a noun is around you Say baby I love a place or thing If you ain’t down with the letters… Spell my name, spell my name You spellin’ kinda shady Mary is not spelled baby Why can’t you get it right? Spell my name, spell my name If a verb  is around you Say baby I love the action But if you ain’t bustin’ a move… Spell my name, spell my name You spellin’ kinda shady Mary is not spelled babyRead more

Fifteen Doors Full

Baa, baa, blogger, have you any doors? Yes sir, yes sir, fifteen doors full… One for the Normster, One for Joanne, And many for the followers and melange of fans. Baa, baa, blogger, have you any doors? Yes sir, yes sir, fifteen doors full… A couple of weeks ago, I published a post about visiting my hometown and breathing in memories. What I didn’t include in that post are the many photos of doors I took away from said hometown. They areRead more

Foggy Limericks

“The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!” ~Bill Watterson~ So, Bill found us out, writers wrongfully sure Our ideas weak, unreasoned, far from pure I love the words you say I read your posts almost every day And in the dense fog seek, for there is a cure “Most of us live in a fog. It’s like life is aRead more

All We Want…

Everybody stops and stares at us These four eyes will make everyone fuss We don’t know just who to blame for this phenomenon But our one wish for Christmas Eve simply can’t be won All we want for Christmas is a nice soft couch A nice soft couch See our nice soft couch Gee, if we could always have our nice soft couch Then we could wish you, “Merry Christmas!” Dear Gibbs and Ziva, I talked to Santa. He said you will have a couch forever. Love,Read more

Leftover Pie

I don’t know why I get the evil eye. Ziva purrs, “Let sleeping cats lie.” Mr. Blister gives a huff and a sigh, “Yes, human, let sleeping cats lie.” Okay, fine, you two. That is what I will do. You both can forever lie, while I eat leftover pie.Read more