Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Continued Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
“I am the king of the hill
Come near me if you will
You may be in for a thrill
Because I got some skills
Yes, a feast I will cook
For you on the grill!”
“What did you think I meant?”
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Continued Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
The three of us
Are resting our butts
On this nice couch
There is no fuss
Just trust
Between
The three of us
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Continued Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
I was born with teeth
I am quick on my feet
Sometimes I hit the streets
Other times
I hog all the seats
Just because I can
And because
I was born with teeth
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Continued Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
Mug shot number one:
This was supposed to for the passport
But since I accidentally snorted
I almost got deported
And now, this is my mug shot
Mug shot number two:
Dreaming and snoring
Who said life was boring
I know you are all adoring
My pretty profile in this mug shot
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Continued Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
With a halo, on his head
Hair, like he just got out of bed
The one and only
Mr Diesel the Frenchie
“Don’t you just all wanna kiss me!”
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
“The best and most beautiful things in the world,
cannot be seen or even touched
– they must be felt with the heart”
Helen Keller
Acropolis
Walking in the footsteps
Of the ancient Greeks
But, watch your steps
On the narrow streets
Continued in part four
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
“The best and most beautiful things in the world,
cannot be seen or even touched
– they must be felt with the heart”
Helen Keller
Acropolis
Basking in the sun
Athens, Acropolis
A place of fun
A place of knowledge
Continued in part two
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
“The best and most beautiful things in the world,
cannot be seen or even touched
– they must be felt with the heart”
Helen Keller
Acropolis
Once reaching the top
The effort but one hop
The view of awe and beauty
You know it really was your duty
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
“The best and most beautiful things in the world,
cannot be seen or even touched
– they must be felt with the heart”
Helen Keller
Acropolis
Climbing up the mountain
Looking for the fountain
Of wisdom and history
Shrouded in mystery
Continued in part three
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Retro Sofa
Quite classical
In its time,
Even radical
Some say,
Too theatrical
Others called it,
Magical
The sofa from the past
Was made to last
Now, in rebroadcast
It’s selling,
Really, really fast!
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