That Morning Sluggishness

There’s a slug in my shower

– sorry you’ll have to go

but however you  got there

I’ll just never know!

 

There’s a slug in my shower

-yes, you might well make haste

And, if that’s how you got there,

go on, back down that waste!

 

There’s a slug in my shower

-Yes, I know you’re quite small

But I just can’t be sharing…

That wouldn’t do at all!

 

There’s a slug in my shower

-yes… it’s raining outside

But you’d get just as wet here,

No use trying to hide!

 

There’s a slug in my shower

-what a card! Enjoy the ride.

I’ll drop you off real gently…

There now, you’re back outside.

 

There’s a no slug in MY shower

-for a moment  I felt sad

But then again…Hey buddy!

Can you find your OWN pad?hug me slugs

Photo credit: http://elizabethruffing.com/2015/06/finally-more-stuffed-toy-slugs.html

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Ode to a Toad

I saw you there
And stopped to exchange
Just a word or two.
You didn’t reply
But then I didn’t
Really expect you to,
So I passed on
And left you to your
Silent reverie.

Today you were
Still there – surrounded
By potentially
Tasty morsels but
You took no notice…
And you looked thinner…
I picked you up,
Moved you to somewhere
Where you could
Rest in peace.
croaked frog

Prickles and Pongs

Bribery is the order of the day and, like a carrot, the children are allowed a couple at a time to peer in the box from a safe distance and say hello to the temporary new classmate…in return for producing the required piece of work beforehand. It works. Even the most reluctant scholar perks up and completes the allotted task on time! Unfortunately this coconut-sized bundle of prickles, seems allergic to its fellow students and keeps sneezing – unless it was Pandora’s new perfume which could also be used as an insect repellent as the weather warms up!
Prickles and pongs

Reflecting

You
I wonder what
you
do
on the
other side
of the gate.
You
I see
you
too
wondering what I
do…
on the
other side
of the gate.
highland moo coo

One Year On…

Scooby on a family camping trip to the mainland. He was so excited to have been included that he didn’t mind at all being put on a lead for mealtimes along with his three canine companions.
He was one of the family – taken into the fold and cherished as much as if he were one of the children. Found abandoned on the streets of Newport to fend for himself, once he realised that he was with us to stay he soon made himself at home.
We miss him.
One year today…
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7 Words for Sunday – That’ll do for now

Cheeky Chappy finished. He and me sleepy!Cheeky ChappyCheeky Chappy 1Cheeky Chappy 2

Touch

Tiny nose of softest fur
Brushes warm against my cheek
Purest love

Photo credit: http://www.picstopin.com

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