#259
Please
I call our cat by a silly name
That won't bring riches, smarts or fame;
She's a black cat, dark as sin,
Whom we call "Pinkie, Please-Let-Me-In!"
Andy Panda Time [it has been a while]
#258
Andy Panda (27)
Andy Panda met a ghost
On a U.S. Army Post;
The ghost gave Andy such a scare
That Andy messed his underwear.
OOPS!
Andy Panda!
Bugs and more bugs...
#257
Ants
If you drop it,
They will come,
Like your shoe
That finds the gum.
First the scouts,
Then the rest,
Who carry it back
To the underground nest,
Present it to the Queen for food,
Who feeds it to the new born brood.
They invade your house,
They invade your car;
Their reach is near
And very very far.
Ants.
Further adventures of Simon...
#256
Hoo Ya!
Simon kicked the bucket,
Then he kicked the ball;
Next he chased the solemn cat
Up and down the hall.
I slowed him with a biscuit
Which he buried neath a rug;
I slowed him with a belly rub,
And stopped him with a hug.
Simon!
Wrenching the wren...
#255
Wren Song
(tongue twister)
The chatty chipper cheeper wren
Couldn't get a date,
So all he did from dawn to dusk
Was cheeper cheeper cheeper cheep
From the garden gate.
debugged...
#254
The Hitchhiker
The firefly rode my windshield
Down to the 4-way stop.
There he caught a Greyhound bus
And turned into a glowing glop.
Napus interruptus...
#253
Pinkie,
Curled up like a black half-moon,
Lying on our bed:
I couldn't tell her front from back
Nor her black tail from her head--
Until she oped her yellow eyes
With a look that said, "You're dead!"
A new Heaven, a new Earth, a new Body...
#252
The Gift
There's no brushing teeth in Heaven;
There's no body care at all,
For God's resurrection body
Repairs all the ills of the Fall.
Je Amuse Moi
#251
Booger!
God gave me a sense of humor
With a modicum of wit.
Thus my usual curse word
Always rhymes with snit.
"Only the Female Bites"
#250
ZAP!
A ten pound mosquito
Sat on my chest,
Stuck her proboscis
Through a hole in my vest;
Hit my pacemaker,
Got a big shock.
The ten pound mosquito
Is dead as a rock!
An Image of Transcendence?
#249
Obviously
Life lived in a hot air balloon
Is life lived in suspension.
People who think they can live in comfort
Are people not paying attention.
Night Thoughts: What If There Were
#248
No Record
I thought that I could comfortably live
And even more comfortably die,
Knowing the world will always contain
Some traces of my passing by,
At least until the sun burns out.
Or God redeems our choices.
Thus the record of all our traces
Vanishes like the snowmen's faces
At the advent of the warm spring.
Let us raise our voices to sing.
Alleluia
Grave Experiences, after Frost...sort of
#247
The Specter
Stopping by the graveyard,
Stopping late at night,
I saw a faint grey figure,
Emitting a faint grey light.
As it floated toward me,
I felt a cold damp thrill
Ripple down my neck and spine,
Causing a graveyard chill.
The Question of Questions...
#246
The Mystery
How can I be so alive today,
Then dead in the next tomorrow,
Leaving behind a small river of tears
And a swath of grief and sorrow?
Riding in the Rain...with Simon
#245
Bark Bark Bark!
He hates those windshield wipers
With a passion born of glee
That such a meager weapon
Should strike with impunity.
Thus he barks his most ferocious
And his hair stands high on end,
As we ride along in killer mode
Or he grabs something else to rend.
The Illusion...
#244
The Mirror
The illusion of hair
Prevents despair;
Vanity resides
In the front,
On the sides.
More Backyard Adventures..,
#243
Squirrel!
I saw a squirrel spread eagle
On the trunk of a dog wood tree.
His head hung down, his butt stuck up,
Though his eyes were fixed on me.
"Well, Brother Squirrel," I said to him,
"Your grip seems quite tenacious."
"Safety first," the squirrel replied,
"That soaring Hawk's rapacious!"
More Bug Business...
#242
Splat!
The bug upon the steering wheel
Raised his eyes in mute appeal
When he saw the hand descend
Quickly on his soft rear end.
Andy Panda Time [sorry about that]
#241
Andy Panda #26
An Andy Panda anodyne
For drinking too much table wine
Is a glass of fine moonshine
Though it tastes like turpentine.
Andy Panda!
Bottoms Up!
The Sunday Comics...
#240
The Bathroom
Fruit flies in my bathroom;
Fruit flies in my hair.
Why does God send fruit flies
Only when I'm bare?