Angel Teddy of Two Spoiled Cats gave us a great picture to write a poem about. And boy, am I ever gonna do it!
I thought and I thought and I thought. Mom Amy went to work and came home and fed me and ate and went to a church meeting and came home and I said, “Mom Amy, I know it’s late, but I’m ready. “
She said, “OK, let’s do it, then.” So here goes.
Topsy Turvy World by Riley
Everything seems upside down In this world and in this town.
Right is wrong and wrong is right. Why do some folks always fight?
Hot in winter, cold right now; Hey, does anyone have a plow?
Dogs who get the very best; Kids who’re hungry, cold, and stressed.
So topsy turvy cars are weird? To some the difference is revered.
The problem with this picture now: The dog should drive, the man should meow!
Hi friends, it’s me, Xena. It’s poetry Thursday and we’re joining Angel Sammy with another great picture deserving another great poem! Click here to go to the blog of Two Spoiled Cats and you, too, can join in the fun.
Here’s the picture Angel Sammy gave us, and I managed to jump into the picture, too!
The Mean Pie Ladyby Xena
She’s big and she’s mean And I just wanna scream, “Help me Mommy, please help me, please!” She’s goin’ for Chia, whose loud growls shook the trees.
“Hey lady,” yelled Mommy, “you’d best put that down. No one hurts my babies, no one in this town!” Then Mom stomped her foot and gave her “that look.” Mean Lady stepped back and her whole body shook.
“I just came to ask you a question,” she lied. “I’m baking and would you all like a pie?” A pie would be good, and so would a flan. But none of us ever saw her again!
Lucy: First, thank you, Brian, for hosting Thankful Thursday. We think everyone’s prayers were answered for Achilles.
Achilles got a proctoscopy (I sure hope he slept through it). The dogtor found a polyp and took most of it out. That’s what was causing the bleeding. The dogtor also sent off a culture from his foot, and he has e-coli bacteria in it. He’s on antibiotics and a special shampoo and regular dressing changes on his foot. I’m so thankfully happy it didn’t come back as the big C! And I’m triply thankful for all your prayers and good wishes.
Chia: We never got to show our friends our Christmas presents. Among other great things, I got a new stuffie. I know that’s not like dodging the Big C, but it still made me happy.
I haven’t named him – although I’m thinking about “Smiley.” Right now we’re all just calling him the squid. Riley chewed off some of the little tentacles sticking out of his funny hat, so I’m thankful that I got the squid for Christmas and that Riley didn’t deadie him! Oh, and that’s my new blanket hanging beside me on the couch. It is so, so, soft, and I love to wrap myself up in it!
Mom Amy: Every day I have more in my life to be thankful for than I can count. Today I want to say I’m thankful for my son Adam.
He’s a blessing, and I know he would do anything for me…well, except scoop dog poop. And I can forgive him for that! Every other week I drive about 45 minutes to spend some time with him, shopping, eating, visiting. Here, we were waiting on our meals at Captain D’s. He loves Xena, so if I bring her, we sit in the car and eat! I am thankful for my Adam.
Xena: I’m thankful I get to make the poem today about the picture! Do you see me there trying to decide which Teddy to grab?
Teddy Bear Car by Xena
A Teddy Bear car. A dog trap or a present? I’ll follow it far.
I hope you like my haiku!
Love and wags and thankfuls for you, our friends! Lucy, Chia and Xena
Hi friends. It’s finally my turn to write a poem. It might not be as good as Xena and Chia and Riley’s but I send it to you with *wags* and love. Speaking of which, I am thankful for all the love in our home, and that I never have to be afraid.
First, here’s a big thanks to Brian’s Thankful Thursday, with special thanks to Brian for hosting it!
I hope you don’t mind that Mom helped me add myself to the picture. It has a lot more meaning like this, so I think maybe you’ll like it.
The Dish Helpers by Lucy
The folks had a party And they sure ate hardy. A mess in the sink, A mess on the counter. There’ll soon be a stink Of the food all turned sour.
Shania, let’s help, let’s give them a present. Sure, Lucy, let’s help while the food is still pleasant! Wash the plates clean With your big doggie tongue It’s still fine cuisine And the night is still young.
They worked hard until the sun once again shone, Then slept like two logs ’til they woke to the phone. Lucy, Shania, We love you, you know. But now in the washer All those plates must go.
The pups felt discouraged and almost ashamed ‘Til their folks came home with a plaque that was framed. To “The two hardest workers in all of the land.” We love you and know your intentions were grand.
So here are your presents, your favorite treats. Some bacon and broccoli, apples and meats. Please leave the cleaning of dishes to us, And just be our much loved and beautiful pups.
Lucy: I was inspired to write this poem not only by the picture, but by real-life experience. I get to lick the plates either on the floor or in the dishwasher, but it’s never good enough. No matter how clean I get them, Mom always follows up with soap and water.
And thanks to Angel Sammy for just the right picture for me, Chia! I hope you like my rap poem. I think it’s boss! And I dance when I sing it, too!! Did you know I can stand up on my hind feet and hop back and forth, standing straight up? Seriously! I think maybe they named hip hop after me. Anyhow, here’s my poem.
Xena and Lucy and Riley: We know Chia can be a pain in the patootie, but she can also be loads of fun and real loving. So today, in the spirit of the season, we decided to (try) to be thankful for our little sister, Chia. And as a thanks, we’re giving her the picture to write a poem. Take it away, Chia.
Chia: Hey, thanks gang! *full body wiggles and wags* Now, here’s the best picture of the year, especially with me in it! (Sorry my hat fell off.)
Leader of the Gang-staby Chiathe Leada’
Who’s in that gangsta squad? It’s me, Chia, *growling* wad wad wad. Who made that huge destruction? Li’l ole me, with no instruction!
It seemed to take forever! I worked with a high fever Of tearing, ripping mayhem. When asked, I answered, “Yes ma’am!”
‘Twas me who decorated Town square… ’twas all G-rated! I earned my name of Leader Woof, woof! I am the Speeder.
Footnotes: Lucy: Maybe that’ll take care of her tearing up stuff around here for a while. Xena: Are you kidding? That’s just gonna fuel her. Riley: I’m hiding my stuffies.
That always reminds us to be thankful for our blogging friends. Y’all mean so much to us!
Xena: It’s almost time to pack our food – and warm clothes – and head up to In Dee Anna where all our relatives live. Not that we like to wear clothes, mind you, but it’s better than freezing in super cold weather that we’re none of us are used to, right? I’m thankful that all our relatives love us. OK, so they seem to love Lucy most, but me and Chia, we’re working on that. It’s just that Lucy doesn’t even have to try.
And we’re all thankful for the new food Mommy’s been giving us. It’s from someone named Ollie, and they go to all the trouble of mixing up veggies and fruit and raw meat and grinding it up and packaging it in just the right size portions for a meal (but mine could be bigger!) and freeze drying it and mailing it to us! We love it, and we get our food sooner cause Mommy doesn’t have to put it all together from scratch and weigh it and all that stuff. Mommy says she’s especially thankful for the time it puts back in her day. And she says if anyone wants to try it, she’ll send you a referral link for 90% off.
Riley: Thanks, Angel Sammy of TWO Spoiled Cats, for hosting Poetic Thursday. You’re doin’ a great job, Buddy.
My Very Own Baby by Riley
Watch that baby or the elves will get ‘im. They’ll bring him to me, and I’ll never lose ‘im. I love babies and kids of all ages. One look is all and my heart engages. I’ll never have my very own kid, So could I have yours? May I have yours? Can I have your baby?
Finally, for anyone who didn’t get our Christmas card, please know this is for you!
Have a woofin’ and meowin’ great day! And a holly jolly Christmas!
Hi friends, it’s me, Riley. It’s poetry Thursday and we’re joining Angel Sammy with another great picture deserving another great poem! Click on this picture to go to the blog of Two Spoiled Cats and you, too, can join in the fun.
Here’s today’s picture followed by my poem. Just like Xena, I jumped into the picture to better see what is going on. Of course, I had to roll in that snow, too! Stand back, I’m about to shake it off!
EXILE by RILEY
Where can we go that it’s colder, they say. The sun has come up and we’re melting away. From Greenland we move, to the Arctic we head. The earth’s warming too fast, move faster they said.
Man, woman, child, dog, seal, they all plod, Each one suffers from the same malade. Snow Santa pauses, adjusting his sack. Like Lot’s wife he wishes that he could go back.
Snow people in exile, snow animals too, All praying they don’t melt ‘fore this day is through. Like glaciers and icebergs, they’ll all slip away It seems global warming has found it’s new prey.
I once was a puppy in Jackson. At three months I moved to my mansion. And there I stood still Looking out from my hill While perched on my red leather stanchion.
I remember doing this when I was a puppy. I guess things haven’t changed much.
I'm Dalton, a Rat terrier mix and I came here in Sept, 2017, I was rescued from Hurricane Harvey. My birthday is 8-20-2016. My Gotcha Day is 8-27-2017. And I am Benji, a terrier mix of unknown origin. MY Birthday is June 6, 2018, and my Gotcha Day is Dec 28, 2018. I also was a rescue from a different part of Texas. We also have Angel MrJackFreckles, (2-5-2018); and also we have Angel Minko, (6-18-2017); and Angel Pipo, (11-3-2020);There are also Angels Groucho, Simba, Suki, & Toki. We meezers used to be known as WeBeesSiameezers. We'e all from Michigan, Dalton and Benji both came here from Texas, as rescues..
Xena Schnauzer Warrior Princess with Lucy, Chia and Riley 