Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
onto part six
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
onto part five
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
onto part four
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
onto part three
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
onto part two
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Do not disturb
The sleeping cat
Or a big hurt
Is a matter of fact!
Posted in Caturday
Photo credits Minttu Gustafsson
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cats for Caturday
On patrol,
Sneaking around
Like trolls
When night falls
On this eve of all hallows
Soon the beast swallows
Its prey
Oh, you can only pray
It
Won’t
Be
You!
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Alert, awake
Nothing would shake
The determination
Not leaving this station
For any reason
Except,
For the hunting season
After all,
Next night fall
Will be
Halloween
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“Don’t walk under any ladders,
Don’t break any mirrors,
Don’t spill any salt,
And don’t walk by any black cats.
Happy Friday the 13th!”
Friday, the 13th
Lock the doors
And shut the windows,
Close the curtains
Because who knows,
What uninvited
Behind them lurks!
Switch off all the lights
Under your beds go hide
Better fright than flight
Just because today,
Is Friday night
Of the 13th kind!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 