Whimsy

January 8, 2026 ~ ~M ~ 2 Comments

Oh, whimsy,
where have you gone?
It’s been ages since
you’ve played along.

Am I getting too old,
or are you just hiding?
You and me should be
rendezvousing nightly.

What do you say—
get back in the swing
of being quirky
and impractically keen?

Let’s make love in the margins
and let the world wonder,
while the adjectives you inspire
pull me under.

I want to be silly, impulsive,
and unrealistic—
maybe even a little queer,
but still artistic.

Come to me, please,
and be mine once more.
You’re the one word
I’ll forever adore.

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Prim

November 26, 2024 ~ ~M ~ 23 Comments

What are you doing aside from getting into my space
Licking my face
And floating fur into my morning cup of tea
I get that you n I are a “we” now
But your inability to have boundaries is a little hard to swallow
I don’t necessarily enjoy your sassy little buns being situated in front of my face
You’re a sexy little sweetheart but not of my preferred species
I think we’re gonna have to rethink the terms of our agreement

Photo credit: This is a picture of my cat Prim, the little devil herself. 😉

Something Soupy

April 10, 2024April 10, 2024 ~ ~M ~ 26 Comments

Something soupy
A dollop of droopy
That’s what describes my day

Something failed
An idea derailed
Things aren’t going my way

A harrowing mess
Oh the distress
If only I could just start over

But the time it would take
Oh what a mistake
Trying to keep my composure

Can any of you relate
By these feelings of frustrate
Ever feel like burying your head?

Why do we even begin
Bearing an idea within
When we could’ve stayed in bed

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/mistake-spill-slip-up-accident-876597/

The worrywart

January 5, 2023January 4, 2023 ~ ~M ~ 38 Comments

Worried about the future
Worried about the past
The worrywart’s worries
Make him such an outcast

He dwells incessantly
On things that bring demise
Every potential threat becomes
Something to analyze

The rest of the world just goes on
Rolling their logical eyes
As the worrywart frets
Becoming panicky and paralyzed

It’s a sight the regulars can’t handle
A disgrace to the sensible ones
But the worrywart still worries
Pleading for help from anyone

And then the worries start to spread
Like a disease that infects the mind
Although the worrier means no harm
The repercussions are still unkind

Then more worrywarts abound
Born of dread and social fear
And life becomes a disastrous mess
As the worries fill every ear

From coast to coast and sea to sea
The endless cycle spreads
And now we’re all just worriers
Wishing we were dead

*The drawing is my own attempt at creating a worried warthog. I wanted to do something silly for this one and make it as unrealistic and absurd as possible. So if you haven’t laughed yet, I guess I’ve failed miserably. But if you’re at least smiling and shaking your head in disbelief, then I guess I’m doing alright. 😉 ~M

Warty

May 11, 2018May 10, 2018 ~ ~M ~ 8 Comments

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Warty was her loathsome name
And magic was her very best game
She put other witches to awful shame
With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim
She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame
Except for her keen ability to maim
Which was actually sort of depressing and lame
As she could inflict the worst ever pain
And after a single swish and flick of her cane
It was horrendous what some people often became
The majority were certainly never the same
Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane