Pitty Pat the wonder cat
Ate more than a gutter rat
A wonder but really fat
Beaten with a baseball bat
Now there's no more Pitty Pat
I wonder wonder where she's at
Under ground or in a vat
Or eaten by that gutter rat
Again, I felt it skip a beat;
the heart goes pitty-pat.
It seems I am dehydrated;
I can’t imagine that.
If you don’t mind, I think I’ll pass;
I cannot down another glass
until I first excrete.
Visiting right before Christmas Eve was her favorite Grandma Kay.
Her granddaughter did not notice any presents, but that was okay.
Just being with her grams was enough to delight Little Bitty Moll.
She had no idea the next day the delight she would find in her hall.
Grandma left a tiny suitcase and it had a spring lock.
Moll touched it and it opened, there was a ticking clock.
It had been made into a mini-dollhouse complete with welcome mat.
Grandma Kay! Grandma Kay! Moll yelled, her feet going pitty-pat.
Grandma Kay said “Glad you found it. It was left by Santa in the night.”
Moll said “why didn’t you wake me? I would have stayed out of sight.”
“Santa’s big gift is to be out of the way of children,” Grandma Kay said.
“It was much more delightful that you were snug, asleep in bed.”
Doll house had an upstairs, a downstairs, and a TV console, new.
Baby crib had lacy trimmings and master had Victorian roses too.
Santa is wise! Moll said to Grandma Kay, wondering about his identity.
Loving her doll house which was set up on a chest with a pot of tea.
Hallitude the Halloween cat
Was simply not all of that.
He was mean and sneaky like a rat.
His body was fluffy, to the point of phat.
He had an attitude that scared us flat.
He stuplified two owls, a hen and a bat.
Named for his prissy old Aunt Pitty-pat.
He was scary for sure, this Halloween cat.
The Christmas Choo Choo is coming around the bend.
The joy she gives to children simply cannot end.
We are happy to see her, she brings such enjoyment to us.
She’ll be here in a minute, chugging on the railroad truss.
The Christmas Choo Choo is coming. She’ll be here in a bit.
She makes our hearts go pitty pat, she throws some into a fit.
I love everything about her; she makes me excited as a nitwit.
The Christmas Choo Choo is here. More later, now I sit.
The afternoon sky is dark,
Cat looking sadly for her sun.
Raindrops on windows,
Like heartbroken tears,
Splashing on silvered window sill.
Cat hears their magical sound.
Pitty-pat, pitty-pat.
Cat translates this as...
Kitty-cat, Kitty-cat!
5/19/2019
1:20pm PST
The rain falls gently from the clouds through the trees to the thirsty ground
Adding a glistening sheen to all it caresses with its familiar pitty pat sound
Ah, to be a child again and stand in its path and stick out my tongue in delight
To run through the puddles in my rubber boots waiting for the sun so bright
Faded memories of the many places past and childhood friends fill my mind
All vivid reminders of a cherished time as in a dream long left behind
Yes, the rain takes me back and instead of raindrops tears now fill my eyes
As I stare through the clouded glass of my room at the rain filled skies
Joy rued another Friday night
of re-runs. What a sorry plight!
"No more!" she cried. "I'll head for town,
where I'll lose this pathetic frown."
Why would a loner feeling blue
take in a movie meant for two?
Before the show, she looked around.
The kissing lovers did abound.
The movie scenes were scorching hot.
She truly did enjoy them--not.
Then halfway through, a handsome guy
sat down beside her. My, oh, my!
Her rusty heart went pitty-pat.
For years she hadn't felt like that.
"I'm Shea," he said. "You like the show?"
"I'm Joy," she said. "Well, really--no."
It's been a year since she met Shea.
She never sees a lonely day.
The kissing scenes they love the best
take place in their own lovers' nest.
April 19, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Late April Premiere Contest
Can't change who you are.
Can change who you become.
I want the millions and then sum.
This ain't no Willie-Lump-Lump.
Ain't tryna be no bum.
Spit that bull **** out on a napkin like sum bubblegum.
Leave that ass stankin.
Sip on the drank, and.
Next day do it again, Realities only began.
Like this morning when the birds sung.
David Daquan, mommy won! "Mommy won"!
Still reaching for the sun,
Reciting to the drums.
God is my bullet proof vest,
"Can't be taken down with a gun"!
" I walk like this cause I'm cold l like that"!
"Stand like tho cause I'm strong where I'm at"!
This ain't no pitty pat,
Automatic homerun when I swing the bat.
Stay tryna sit fat.
Cool..crisp free flowing waters set the rhythm
beneath your weather beaten bridge.
Bridge..pathway of memories bear witness
of seasons come and gone.
The pitty pat of children headed for their first dip
to christen in Spring.
Perhaps the artists footsteps capturing their most
idealistic images of fallen Winter.
Bear witness-father - son skipping stones before
a cool dip- in the midst of Summer.
Ole' weather beaten bridge remember the one that
collected their thoughts in the Fall winds.
Cool crisp free flowing waters pat your feet upon
the rocks-
As Ole' man bridge applauds its visitors who have
come and gone.
. Pitty-Pat-Pat-Pat
It taps on my tin black roof
The storm says,"Hello."
bees buzzing along
butterflies fluttering by
humming birds sipping the sweet nectar
from the abundance of fragrant flowers
as I sit on my porch
on a warm summer day
young boys playing catch
little girls jumping rope
older girls turning double dutch
skate boarders whizzing pass
bikers cycling down the street
as I sit on my porch
on a warm summer day
shooting skelly tops
playing marbles
pick-up sticks and jacks
hopscotch on the sidewalk
roller skating down the driveway
touch football on front lawns
as I sit on my porch
on a warm summer day
folks old and young frolicking
in the cool water of the sprinkler
neighbors tending to their gardens
and shrubbery
kids selling homemade lemonade
from a homemade stand on the corner
stick ball in the city streets
red light, green light, one, two, three
Miss Mary Mack, pitty pat
one giant step, may I
Simon says
remembering the lazy, hazy days
of my youth
as I sit on my porch
on a warm summer day