Hi there folks....it may be hard to tell
but I'm just a little bird ....that's doing very well.
You see daily my 'Job is to tease a Fat, ...Lazy Cat"
And on Helleson's Hill...I DO EXACTLY THAT!
Scroll down and below you will see...
The VICTIM of my daily.... activity.
It's...PROFESSOR SOX...so SPOILED and yet so smart
But...Proves to be outwitted by ME,---- right from the start.
Upon his masters king size bed... he constantly lays
Sleeping on fluff...snoring away
Then into the window...I love to peek
I scratch the screen and let out a loud squeek
And then, the Mighty Professor awakens with a blast
Instantly he glares at me, as my wicked spell is cast.
I flutter, I chirp......I'm just inches away...
He quivers & shakes, ...my body ready to slay!
But just as he arises from his... lofty little nap
To make me his snack---my wings quickly flap
And I am then gone.............. GONE with the wind...
Only ....to return...when the great Professor...goes to sleep again!
(secret to my story---I love my job!)
Signed: The little Bird....
Well, I'm THE PROFESSOR SOX....
and I may look like a nerd... in others eyes.
But that bird's an idiot and is really just my entertainment...
as he flutters and flies.
And what he does not know....
and some day.... will become his own demise.
That screen is busted... because... his Ancestors...
also thought they were.... EVER so WISE!
(What's for supper tonight?)~~~~ ; )
1 comment:
You been busy with your blogging, huh? ; ) This poem was so great! You amaze me with your writing abilities!!
By the way: do not click on the "here" of the comments left for you. Those look like some kind of weird SPAM thing.
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