Here followeth the first 'lesson' maybe
On aspects of nuttiness!
What can be done
To stop, or reduce, my swooniness?
Is that even a word?!
Well, Fido helps with his fans
And feather dusters
And he has buckets of cold water standing by
To chuck over me
To revive me if I get too 'hot'
But any poetry about 'tickling my fancy'
Or 'slap and tickle'
Sends me into another swoon
I muse on - which is best, which will help me more
The slap or the tickle?
But Fido don't let me have either!
He says I best not have them
Fido says, Buck up, man
Have a less sheltered life
Pull ya socks up
Get ya coat, and get out more, as they say
And having got ya coat
Take me for more walks!
Lol.
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: October 20th, 2022 01:43
- Comment from author about the poem: It sure isn't a hymn-poem today!
- Category: Humor
- Views: 17
Comments4
WALKIES!!
Thanks Gold. lol.
Walkie talkies!
Thanks CB. lol.
You put up cat vids regularly wot you telling Fido - are his days numbered?
Thanks Dave. Cats for a change!
its probably too late, but one can live in hope 🙂
Thanks N.
'Tis not a poem of the 8.8.8.8. variety, nor the 9437652 type. Oops, that's me phone number! lol.
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