Saturday Swish - A Scurrying Wish!

Wol Wednesday

Shaun Scops

Friday's Fools of Twits Whoo-Whoo

Fusby Foozle

Fusby Foozle was a complete and utter doozle

He worn a striped shirt when he set out to work

And dabbed his paint stick on his snoozle.  

A felonious twit who swquarked a fair bit

Which hardly found favour or perk

He sits in a cage in a terrible rage

Unless fed all the day - what a berk!

Flirty Fleer

Fastidious Flirty Fleer
Would preen herself and sneer
At any who would feather fluff her day
Though sharp and very glam
Twas all mere toot and flam
But impressive all the same, that display.


 

Sunday Felines, Feeling Quite Fine

Two Cats

Conscious infuses

With wary muses

On softly treading toes –

I know not where she goes.

Curious now stares 

With artful repairs

Homeward with an unsung song in her throat

And, as if blessed, a sparkle in her coat.

Soppy Sunday

Greener Grass

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A fertile vibrant style life

Natural, wholesome,

Partner, children;

How lucky a mother, a wife.

Always there,

Loved and needed, never lonely.

A life share

In fear dispelling unity

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A vibrant, fertile existence,

Carefree spirit,

Adventure merit

How lucky single, independence.

Going somewhere,

Free and easy, never tied.

A life dare

With self assuring pride

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

A Boomerang Package

I want it now,

In an instant,

On a plate.

I want a cushy little home

With my ideal family

And Mr Right by my side.

However, he must have the intelligence

To vaporise when required.

As must they all.

I want success at my fingertips;

A castaway and pickupable career

In an instant;

All neat a tidy and compact.

I want a boomerang package

That I can throw away

But come back to in the knowledge

That it will all be there

Where I left it,

Whilst I did… other things.

I want them all to be independent of me,

But not quite complete without me.

I do not wish to be a kite,

Held on to by a string;

Rather a homing pigeon;

Where on my return

They are waiting.

First published in the 1990s

Fiercesome Friday Freaks

The Spider and The Fly 

Caught in flight

The fly learns plight,

Held by the finest of threads

Endangered by its flaying.

If it moves, the spider in its web

Feels the music of a meal playing.

Timing;

Cautious moves measured

Could mean its release

From that intricate woven pleasured

Ensnaring beast.

Tension;

Like the web itself, could last forever

But only one of them will prove clever.

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The Dumbledore

The bumblingly busy dumbledore
Did blithely, but politely implore,
Pray tell me, then when you last heard or saw
A dozing bee that boomed a snore!

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Mothballed Myths

It's not only owls that in the night
Flit silent in furtive flight
A fable and near myth
Of mothic magic caused a tiff
That one flew in the day
To the sun there to stay.
Well, there might have be one
But me deare, come, come -
For how ridiculous and absurd
Moths came afore that bird.