Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

[mythy]

She invited Dave to stay at her place that night
a blue Bedford van she called home
and the two of 'em got dead nice and cosy
as snug as two nits in a comb

Now while Rose were quite happy confined to the yard
our Dave were bored out of 'is skin
so he went out the next day sayin "I'mount the goin' for some prey
don't cook utowt I'll bring summat in"

There not much call for a jackel in Amblethwaite, but
there no gazelles, no wildebeest n'that
no wide desert plains and no pampas nor nowt
unless you count the spare field by the flats

[mythy]

but he found himself on Amblethwaite high street
where the butcher were unloadin' 'is van
so Dave went to ground till there were no one around
and jumped in and made of wi' a ham


Now Rose were that used to eatin' pedigree chum
that she didn't take kindly to changethey'd
so bein' polite she just buried it that night
and Dave didn't think anything strange

So once they'd got used to each others strange ways
and adapted their lifestyles to suit
they lived out their life like husband and wife
and had three lots of puppies to boot

[mythy]

It's sad I suppose that poor Dave and Rose
passed on many years ago now
and though they've long gone their legend lives on
if you listen I'll tell you how

You see all the dogs in Amblethwaite be they collies or poms, chihuahuas, alsatians or pugs
they've all got that sparkle in their eyes and their teeth
and they've all got right sticky up lugs.

the end ta very glad

[PoeticWitch]

That time of year again
Summer fading
A warm memory
Leaves changing colors
Cooler nights
Bonfires roaring
Hot chocolate
A treat to warm the soul
The holidays are coming
Grab your loved ones hands
Take a walk
In the chilly air
Cherish these moments
Of serenity and bliss
Remember to laugh
Remember to smile
And most of all
Remember to love
With all your heart

[PoeticWitch]

Cold and gray
Rain drizzling
Even the color of the changing leaves
Are muted and drab
By this miserable weather
A sense of sadness
Depression so overwhelming
I beseech the Mother
I plead with the Father
Let sun shine on us again
To feel the heat
Sink deep down
Into me
Winter is coming soon enough
Leave off the gray
I don't mind the cold so much
Because I can bundle up
But I miss the sun
Only fall and already I am over
This gray and miserable weather

[PoeticWitch]

In the grand scheme of things
Where am I?
For that matter
Where are you?
Are we meant to be
The low man on the totem pole
Or maybe
The first President of the Intergalactic Galaxies
Who are we in this world of ours?
Who were we in our past lives?
Joan of Arc
Or maybe
Napolean
Can we be important?
Without some fancy title?
Or are we insignificant
But still hold the title of CEO
Of some Fortune 500 company
All this thinking
Where does it get me?
Do I want to be a big fish?
Or is it better to be a little fish?
How about I just be me
And be happy
No matter the big or little
Of my place in life

[PoeticWitch]

All Hallows Eve is fast approaching
The time the veil is thinnest
Dead are closer
And the Living
Go on living
We have forgotten the old ways
To pay respect
To those who have already moved on
To the next world
To celebrate their lives
And ask for guidance
And protection
From those with dark intentions
So Living remember well
Not all Spirits are evil
And you should always respect the dead