Hello my friends. I hope the summer is treating you well. Not too hot for you I hope. It would be unkind (to my teacher friends) if I mentioned the topic of “Back To School”… so I won’t. But rest assured, like Bill Clinton, I feel your pain.
Regarding the true purpose of my contacting you, I wanted to offer to you these mental wanderings. I make no apologies for these annotated “poems”, which are simply the product of an idle mind. I’m not ashamed, yet I’m not particularly proud either. A wise man once said… oh yeah, that was me… “They are what they are.”
Your buddy, your friend, Stash
Worm.
Squirm.
(Ouch! That sidewalk sure is hot!.)
Bird.
Turd.
(Hey, what’s with pigeons and statues?)
Skunk.
Stunk.
(Pardon my past tense.)
Woodchuck.
Bad luck.
(If you ever had one in your garden, you’d understand.)
Deer!
Steer!!
(They’re a special kind of stupid, when they cross the road at night.)
Mosquito
No need-o.
(Really God… really?!)
Mole.
Hole.
(Home sweet home.)
Termite.
Wood bite.
(Kinda like shredded wheat… only for bugs.)
Cow.
Plow.
(They’re farm things.That’s the best I could do.)
Butterfly.
Flutter by.
(O-o-o-oh… pretty!)
Moth.
Cloth.
(M-m-m… it’s what’s for dinner.)
Cat.
Scat!
(I’m a dog person. My insincere apologies to all you kitty lovers out there.)
Frog.
Bog.
(That’s where they live, silly.)
Porcupine.
Caution sign.
(Get the point?!)
Tutrle.
Girdle?
(No, no. Sweetie, be happy with the shape you were given.)
Stash