Editor’s Note: Haiku is a beautiful art form. So, I probably shouldn’t attempt it.
Random thoughts begin.
Butterfly wings are broken.
Where did that come from?
Springtime in Dallas
Hot and dry.
Freezing rain.
Tornado out to the West.
That was Wednesday.
Mom’s Lament
Nobody loves me,
Everybody hates me,
Guess I’ll go eat worms.
My dogs don’t love me,
Unless I’m bearing treats.
I try to hug and kiss them,
Guess I’ll admit defeats.
I let them out to play.
I feed them two squares a day.
They pee on the floor, it’s OK.
Their hair makes me sneeze more than hay.
Am I bitter?
Not even a bit.
So, they sit by Dad.
I won’t have a snit.
They really love me.
I’m sure of that.
But if I find they don’t,
I’m getting me a cat.
Murphy’s Lament
Mom, why are you bleeping?
Can’t you see I’m sleeping?
I don’t need to pee outdoors.
I already did, over on the floor.
Is it time for me to eat?
If not, I’m going back to my seat.
I don’t like the lady with the scoop.
She harvests all the tasty poop.
You’re putting drops in my eyes?
Where is my tasty cookie prize?
Katie’s Further Lament
Mommy woke me from my nap.
Lordy, what a load of crap.
I was deep inside a dream,
With a bowl of squirrel ice cream.
Then, I found myself awake.
She gave my little tail a shake.
I wish I had a can of Mace,
Or the energy to chew her face.
Instead, I’ll go outside and pee.
As I think, “Oh, woe is me.”
Rocky said, “Oh, woe is I.”
He’s such an educated guy.
Now, I lay me down to sleep.
My Mommy is a little creep.
I will chase her to New Delhi,
If she blows a bubble on my belly.
Rocky’s Lament
I’m a Chihuahua.
Oh, woe is I.
Mom stole my chair.
Heavy sigh.
Mom will feed me
Twice a day.
It’s not enough.
I’m wasting away.
Mom will teach me
How to howl.
She says my bark
Is very foul.
I’m glad to get this
All off my chest.
I still like my Mom,
I just like Dad the best.
Four-Legged Security Team
I’m going to have to bite you.
I hope that isn’t rude.
It’s just that I hate burglers.
Wait! Do you have food?
You broke into my house.
I hope I don’t seem coy.
So, now I have to kill you.
Wait! A squeaky toy?
The intruder has been neutralized.
She’s as dead as day-old fish.
Mom looked at me in horror.
She said, “That was your Aunt Trish.”
Oops.
Rules
Editor’s Note: If you think your partner is high-maintenance, just adopt an opinionated dog. Note: all dogs are opinionated.
Daddy just scratched my chin.
This behavior is unacceptable.
He may rub me on my belly,
He may give treats but no vegetable.
Mom tried to cuddle next to me.
She needs to stay in her chair.
I don’t like being crowded.
If I need her, I’ll go over there.
What is wrong with these people?
Nothing
Editor’s note: This is about as long as I have gone through National Poetry Writing Month before writer’s block set in. Maybe tomorrow.
Mumble, mumble, mumble.
I got nothing.
I’m drawing a blank.
If I were a pirate,
I’d be walking the plank.
Katie’s Lament
I don’t want to appear bitchy,
I fear I seem to be quite rude.
It’s just that I’m here starving,
And Mom won’t share her food.
Mom is a diabetic,
She’s very careful what she eats,
So, I just help her control portions,
By consuming any vegetables or meats.
(Especially meats.)
She screams that she’s not sharing.
“This food is just for me!”
Hey, calm your britches, lady.
Try some vodka in your tea.
Mom gave me some dog biscuits,
It’s the only snack I’ve had.
I hate to sound ungrateful,
But I can get those things from Dad.
(Cough up the meat, lady.)
I’ll need a wee distraction,
Perhaps a knock upon the door.
Then, I slightly bump the table,
And the pepperoni’s on the floor.
I’ve never seen her face that color.
It’s not like I ate it all.
I just saved you some carbohydrates,
And the rest is down the hall.
(If you can find it.)
I finally filled my belly,
I think I’ll take a nap.
But first, I’m going outside,
So I can take a … walk.
(Mmmm.. Pepperoni.)