The past few Aprils were fun for me.
When NaPoWriMo came around,
I found myself away at sea.
This year, I’m staying home.
So, I don’t see open seas.
I’m see poop wherever I roam.
I love my dogs, the entire pack.
It just takes them so little time,
To recycle any snack.
So, away at sea, one hand for you,
And another hand for the ship.
Home in the yard, one foot for grass,
And one foot for the shit.
Rocky is a klepto,
He stole a poor rat’s life.
Now we all have lepto,
Which is causing us much strife.
Dad keeps me warm.
He protects me from harm.
I will stay here forever.
Would I leave him? Never.
I feel safe and sound.
I’m always Dad’s hound.
Holy crap!
Mom has food!
Bye, Dad.
I brushed my doggie Katie.
The memory still lingers.
She is much less matted,
But I only have nine fingers.
Ouch.
By Katie, the PBGV Hunter
I found a squirrel,
His name was Fred.
l chewed him
On his little head.
“Drop that squirrel!”,
My Mommy cried.
It’s Squirrel Tartare.
I prefer them fried.
Mom grabbed Fred.
She threw him far.
I heard him hit
My Daddy’s car.
Oops.
I will miss Fred.
He took a lickin’.
Now I know
Squirrels taste like chicken.
If you want to have some rice,
Just puke on Mommy’s shoes.
It doesn’t always work,
But what do you have to lose?
Thanks, Ripley!
A frazzled Mama Bird said
“I know what would be best.”
Then she smiled at Baby Bird,
And kicked him out the nest.
As he headed towards the ground,
You could almost hear him mutter,
“I’m not sure that I can fly.”
“Right now, I seem to flutter.”
Then, he saw four dogs.
From the corner of his eye.
Baby Bird said in a panic,
“I believe I can fly.”
Verse Number One
Do you want to go out with me?
Just in case you have to pee?
Oh, you already have, I see.
I’ll get the mop and your Mommy.
Verse Number Two
Tell me, what is that vile smell?
Are we entering the Gates of Hell?
Is it that you’re not feeling well?
I’m going out for a breathing spell.
Praise the Lord there’s no verse number three.
I’m sorry, Mom.
I couldn’t see.
Your carpets look like grass to me.
I’m sorry, Mom.
I’m just a boy.
But Mommy’s bra is not a toy.
I’m sorry, Mom.
I shouldn’t snoop.
It’s just it was a tasty poop.
I’m sorry, Dad.
Mom took my ball.
I didn’t know you had a conference call.
I’m sorry, Mom.
You looked comatose.
So, I had to lick you on the nose.
I’m sorry, Mom.
You weren’t awake.
I was calling to my neighbor Jake.
I’m sorry, Mom.
You’re turning blue.
I thought I could jump over you.
I’m sorry, Dad.
For causing lossage.
I thought you had a little Snausage.
I have a meeting on the phone.
I really need to be alone.
Four dogs are barking at the door.
Whatever are they barking for?
Perhaps the mail arrived at last.
Perhaps a man is walking past.
Perhaps a car is driving by.
Perhaps a leaf is blowing high.
Perhaps the UPS truck is here.
Perhaps someone opened a beer.
Perhaps a train went down the tracks.
Perhaps a boy wearing corduroy slacks.
It must be critical, that’s for sure.
Since all four are barking at the door.