Tales - Short stories

 
LETHARGIC

Doing nothing is hard to do

Having to think of what to do

  
TALES


   A CAT ON A WATERWELL  


Meow said the cat

I think I'll take a nap

The big lid covering the old water well

Seemed to be the aim

When he jumped, there was a hollow sound

That echoed from deep down

He sat for a while listening, and fell asleep

Surely his favorite routine

Suddenly! a loud  knock came from under

That disturbed the sleeper:

Cat I need your help the well screamed 

Got no water here, I have been cursed


Let go of that knock

                                                                                     Screamed the cat 

Can’t you see water well?

I am trying to sleep he yelled 

With his paw…in a dainty manner

Snapped the well with anger.


 I am an old water well that is bored to death

 I just want to pick on your brain, silly cat

Open the big lid and see for yourself


there was a pause


Alright water well I will take a peek

I am not that cruel, I know a little winged fairy

That might cast you a loving spell to send you some rain

Hollowly the well replied I promise I'll be quiet

*

A while later; the cat was stretching on top

Of the old water well, he sat down

Looked around when he realized

It was just a dream

TEA FOR 2 


Would you Bonnie finally agree
To have some tea
 With the marquis?

His face was puffy his chair was peachy
Acting dainty
Somewhat tipsy.            

She was scruffy feeling lousy
But did agree
Being sporty.

He was cheeky she was chesty
Ate a brownie
 And got naughty
 
©
1980 (UK)





COUCH POTATO

 

 When you lie on the couch In such comfort

Surely you can have it

It is all yours

            Dear!

 When your face somehow frowns looks uneasy

Or you just feel lousy

Lie on the couch

            Dear!

 When there's food smelling good you are hungry

And getting so witty

Stay on the couch

            Dear!

 When the night finally comes you feel so tired

May I simply suggest

Sleep on the couch

            Dear!


         ©

     2010



THE STOLEN CHOCOLATES




ME KNEES ARE KILLING ME


I cannot get up I do feel sore
Me thinks I’ll lay down a little more

 Went to work walking on me poor legs 

No one would pity me from this plague

Did me job the best way I could

But no one ever saw how I stood. 

I walked back home, stopped by the pub

Cause you know, me knees are killing me ! 

Stayed there for a while couldn’t get up

Someone tied my shoe lace to the chair

Me think I'll sit down a little more



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