Toil and succour

[Cat Sith]

<<What animal combination are you?>>

Avian Fox

I blend and shift.
I soar and miff.
I hide. I bide.
I hunt the meek.

Tiny wren, a fragile thing.
I bathe in dust to preen the wing.

The fox strikes fast,
what was -- is gone.

I am the prey I seek.




The Question Is: Why do fools fall in love?

[Jabberwhacky]

i would (if i could),
your <blink> <blink>
machinations abjure.

but,
only fools (as me),
fall in love -
the wise soar!


Q:
No plots, cabal, no subtle ruse,
none for this forum,
(one's a lonely quorum),
so,will you be my muse?

[Cat Sith]

[Jabberwhacky]

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Ms Raven-tresses at long last,
from her holocronic desk wrote;
(she knows one is oh so smitten,
so at leisure she some more smote),
the answer dear Alice is written -
(all one has to do is quote),
in a palimpsest from the past:

" 'Coz they both produce a 'note' "!!

If I were all you promised,
would you ever revoke me?
If we were friends on Facebook,

Would you like to poke me?

[Cat Sith]

I'll tend your farm
I'll feed your pet
I'll cast a charm
I'll place a bet

I'll find a gem
I'll post a song
I'll take a heart
I'll leave too long

And maybe when
I'm done with that
I'll poke a friend
towards the chat


Q. Do you tweet?

[Jabberwhacky]

You are this seraphin,
cerise-lipped, sigh-inducing
beauty ensconced in gamin
looks - so sweet.

I am the one who toils,
Farhad-like each morning,
build a canal that boils;
sorry - I do not tweet.


Q.

Have you heard of Shirin,
She was a Persian queen,
And her love was Farhad,
A commoner from Baghdad.

Is it ever worth in l'amour
to at all toil and succour?

[Cat Sith]

I'm often called a princess
when I attempt to sleep.
I toss and turn,
and twist and burn
and tangle in the sheets.
Comfort is elusive
and I blame the pea.
The tiny pebble in my bed
feels like a stone to me.
I wish for feathered softness
for cloudy dreams to come
where I can fly
high in the sky
until I reach the sun.

Q. Why is the giraffe's neck so long?

[olson29]

She was my favorite baby,
she stared into my eyes as I fed her,
graceful and humble, silly and wild,
her intricate spots, just like mine, the shape
of her mouth, the music of her eyes, the sounds
she made, the things she taught me. We stayed alive.
She had babies, can I stay hear with quiet still smiles,

like the freshest stillness of life river. When she
fed her babies, she looked at me and understood
everything she could, her baby gave her all she had.

---
music continues,
where is the allure view?

[Cat Sith]

Mountain Allure

The mountain
beckons -- solid, stoic.
Overwhelming presence
cannot be ignored. Tree
people whisper
my true name, call
to my heart. Dirt
clings to my boots,
holds me fast.
The passing of time
is nothing here.


Q. Wot Gorilla?

[Jabberwhacky]

The question is, 'Wot Gorilla'?
Little more than a dot gorilla.

Yet you make me run so fast,
you really make me trot gorilla.

And after we have come this far
I really need to squat gorilla.

Obsessed- such an idee fixe!
You're just another bot gorilla.

If you were not a hairy ape 'Ravi',
you would be an apricot gorilla!


Juicy juice and sliced in two,
What succulent fruit are you?

[Cat Sith]

Skipping Song

Peachy keen
and juicy fruit.
Marmalade
and bandicoot.
Succotash
and jelly beans.
Don't forget to
eat your greens.
Jumping jacks
and choco-lat.
Yanno I think
you talk a lot.
If you love him
touch your toes,
twirl your hair,
and poke his nose.
Run like hell
and don't be late.
You're going on
a double date.
One more time:
a double twist,
hold your arm out,
make a fist.
One, two, three,
and ring a ling.
Dodge a bullet.
Bring your bling.
If you wonder
what comes next -
check me on it,
send a text.


Q: Who Moved My Cheese?

[Agnes]

The cheese wasn't yours,
though you claimed it.
I took it home, and I named it
Beauregard. Bo for short.


The question is: Can you pass the mustard?

[Cat Sith]

Condiments

My granny wants to know
if I can pass the mustard.
She cackles the question
with a glint in her eye.

I answer primly.
"I will pass the muster
and here's your catch up too"


Q. Do you BBQ?

[Jabberwhacky]

Skewer my kebab
you could grill and
flambé me.

Charcoal my sauce
spatula and oil
my ribs;
Drambuie the
tee-bone.

Pour me in thick
undulating
layers, the
brown-skins purr
in pot purée!


Q: So, what's cooking?

[Cat Sith]

The little witch,
she stirred the pot,
and cursed the good
Sir Lancelot.

She stirred the pot,
and added Hate,
a douse of Lust,
a pinch of Fate.

She poured some Spite,
a lifetime's worth.
She stirred the pot
and spoke the words.

And then she did
the worse thing yet.
She threw in Love
and stirred the pot.


Q. Dragon - friend or foe?