Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. ~Walt Whitman, American poet
There once was a tall yellow flower
Who announced it received the power
To attract fuzzy bees
Without making them sneeze
And humans to become less dour.
He has not learned the lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American poet and philosopher
A healthy respect for a goose
In the open and walking around loose
Is a wise path, it would seem
For they can be mean
Especially when it’s one versus deuce!
Note: This is another Limerick. I saw these birdies outside a shopping mall recently. Quite defensive over their territory (might there have been a nest nearby?), they’re BIG creatures (almost waist-high!) and can be intimidating with their hisses, open mouths, and bold approaches. Didn’t Shakespeare write, ‘Discretion is the better part of valor’?!
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. ~Chinese Proverb
There once sat a bird on a wire
Who wondered if he shouldn’t go higher.
Three pals came along
Each singing a song
And so they became a choir.
A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book. ~Irish Proverb
There once was a Sheltie named Dallas
Who thought he lived in a palace.
He ate and he slept,
And became most adept
At banishing signs of malice.
Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance. ~Dan Greenburg, American writer
There once was a caramel-colored cat
Who discovered a lass as she sat
He snuggled up close
She thought he was gross
And that was the end of that!
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows. ~Doug Larson, American journalist
There once was a wee Dandelion
Who said, “‘Tis true, I’m not lyin’.
Don’t call me a weed,
I’m precious indeed.
Who else can thrive without tryin’?”
There once was a crepe myrtle bush
That refused to grow tall and/or lush.
I watered and fed
The seed pods turned red*
Perhaps it just needed a push!
*watermelon red
P.S. This is a limerick. This poor crepe myrtle has been moved three times now, in an effort to settle it in just the right spot. Glad I didn’t give up on it!
P.S.S. Time for a little blogging break — I’ll catch up with y’all soon!
There once was a stuffed Christmas goose
Who came to the house in a swoosh.
The dog gave a growl,
The goose gave a howl.
Who knew they’d be friends with a truce?
Note: Poetry form is a Limerick.
There once was a squirrel so sweet
Who climbed up the house to eat.
He perched on the sill
And sat there quite still
Until it was time to repeat!
Note: Poetic form is a Limerick. This little darling scales up two stories to perch on our window sill nearly every day. He usually brings a spot of food with him, too. Just look at his tiny hands!! Domer is home for the holidays, so I’m taking a few days off to play. Merry Christmas, one and all — I’ll be back soon!
There once was a wee little toad
Who hopped on a leaf as it blowed.
The leaf, it did swing;
The toad, it did cling;
‘Til the leaf unloaded its load!
P. S. Another Limerick. I thought this little guy was a leaf…until I poked at him, and he hopped!
