In Toronto roamed a stray Pekinese
Who learned how to talk from a couple of geese
Now at home in the Bronx
he never barks, just honks
as his owner begs for a little peace
2/27/23
I hear the cracklings, combat boots walking
Much I marveled the smelly cocker spaniel
On the leash wearing a sweater I am walking
There’s a hole in the tongue and sole
Of the boots I’m wearing
Deep into that darkness juggling
Once upon a midnight Pekinese
Running from the snow mound and the frozen grounds
My foot prints still crackle
On that day my soul grew happy
In a kingdom full of frozen wet feet and snowmen napping
2/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
She keeps a loaded *****
in her shoulder bag.
She once found an unused finger
and has been thrusting it
at hapless men ever since.
She loves TMZ and Nancy Grace.
She sells space to celebrities
and their attorneys.
She harangues her cosmetologists
probing for their facial weaknesses.
She carries a Pekinese with diamonds.
She is a mother of cloud-children
that live on the outskirts
of her other interests.
She diets on crustaceans and couscous.
Her soft parts are pummeled
into snapping turtles.
While I was away,
her hard buttocks came to visit.
they left a card that said:
Your home has been remodeled
to suit a better class of person.
You need to downsize immediately,
contact my office
for further instructions.
I approached the authorities -
they just shrugged.
a privileged, coddled maltese
is so spoiled her demands never cease
eating only fresh fish
from a fine china dish
her sole friend is a smug pekinese
1/1/22
Once upon a midnight silent
In the Cat's house
Meow
Rabbiting
the thought of the cats
So distracting
'Cats!' said I, 'thing of chat.'
Huh? Waz tat
Rats
My passion is the Pekinese cockapoo
Deep into that darkness vomiting a mouse says boo!
This lonely kitty
Now in self-pity
Meow, come catcalling
Here kitty kitty
kitty
7/2/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
She keeps a loaded barb
in her pocket book.
She once found an unused finger,
and has been thrusting it
at hapless men ever since.
She loves TMZ and Nancy Grace.
She sells space to celebrities
and their attorneys.
She harangues the cosmetologist
at Macy’s,
probing for facial weaknesses.
She carries a Pekinese with diamonds.
She is a mother of cloud-children.
They live on the outskirts
of her other interests.
She diets on crustaceans and couscous.
Her soft parts are pummeled
into snapping turtles
While I was away,
her hard buttocks came to visit.
It left a blank card
and a small unspoken threat.
The ‘threat’ was on the front step
when I returned home.
it is now under my roof,
organizing my life, remodeling it
into something less comfortable.
more ergonomically efficient.
I have informed the authorities.
Peter’s pesky Pekinese Pepe
produced puddles of pee
proceeded by piles of pernicious pongy poop
Pauline's plimsolls got plastered!
PLEASE use plastic pooper pouches Peter
Pick up your pestilent pets' pooh!
Fiction poem - but my 'pet hate' is folks who don't clean up after their pooch and for now Pauline's plimsoll's are poop free!
2/16/19
Sunday Afternoon
Never a more beautiful day,
Marvel upon marvel of
The grace upon grace
Which God sends.
Pieces of heaven,
I know he has prepared.
A symphony of birds,
Basses to lyric sopranos,
Lawn mowers adding
Deep sounds of low violas.
Soft harmonies soft thunder, soft rain,
A peacefully sleeping Pekinese,
Contentment in the kitchen.
The scent of chocolate chip cookies…
With my love.
Horn Hilarity Hiaku Tree
If away all my
Time I have spent where in world
Has all of it went?
If I did dipsey
Doodle would I do it with
Pekinese or Poodle?
If Southern was way
I had been talking will I
Be hard of hearing?
If twilight it was
Nearing are you glad that I
Will be disappearing.
To run over most
People I have to and must
Go from coast to coast.
If an old Brit I
Happen to be then who will
Have to care for me.
What if Almighty
Were female will she then be
Probably flighty.
Being obnoxious
And big-mouthed would my bad breath
Have been atrocious.
Person who puckers
Will they do it for breakfast
Lunch and their suppers.
If slave to each thought
And from store things were not bought
When will they get caught.
If by now you are
Not laughing or smiling should
More poems be writing.
Horn Hilarity
Haiku Tree it sure should be
Such a sight to see.
Jim Horn
"Pet Sit"
When one is involved in “Pet-Sit Panic,”
And all goes wrong you become quite frantic.
Bull dog mated Pekinese,
The union contacted fleas.
Simple mistakes, but problems gigantic.
Just no way to hid all the evidence.
Pekinese scratching while climbing a fence.
The bull dog has swooned,
Barking at the moon,
Homesteading the front door, bolting against.
The only thing left in this race of mine,
Getting passed a swooning bull dog’s front line.
Female gnawing and scratching,
As embryos attaching,
Make haste to the vet. for a pill in time.
For: Pet-Sit Panic
In Honor of: Sharon Tideswell
Lawyers supply inept legalese.
One while defending my Pekinese,
went into a stupor,
made one fatal blooper.
Stripped in front of the judge ridding fleas.
© Aug 23 2010 For Carolyn’s “Lawyer” contest