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

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

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