Halloween Funnies

Happy Halloween, people! And if you're not into celebrating, at least enjoy these funnies :)

(The sign says, "Please do not feed the sharks.")

Tomorrow is the first day of November ........now, THAT is scary!

Poetry Monday: Tuna

It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is ....... TUNA.

Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi, Merry Mae and me (that's a lot of m's!) as we take a deep dive into the waters of this topic. You can leave your poem in the comments here or post on your own blog; if you do the latter, please leave a comment so we can find you and your poem. Use the topic or choose another; the objective is to have fun and make our brains work a little harder.

Note: Diane is still in Technical Difficulty Land and will not be posting a poem this week. She hopes to rejoin us next Poetry Monday.

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What can I say about tuna?

About the only time I have anything to do with fish of any kind is to open a can of it to make sandwiches.

But who is that, anxiously hovering at my feet before I even get the can opener halfway around the lid?

Lulu the cat, that's who. Lulu, with her "tuna meow" -- a full-throated, rounded-vowel voice that is reserved solely for this event, telling me exactly how much she wants what she knows is coming: a small amount of tuna broth in a tiny feeding dish.

Our other cat, Missy, is not overly impressed with tuna broth, although she usually laps it up. I really don't think she'd care if she never had it again.

Lulu cares. She cares deeply. Truly madly deeply, as the song says.

Thus, today you shall get a poem from Lulu. (Full disclosure: She meowed it to me, and I typed it for her.)

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I Heart Tuna Broth

There is nothing so fine as the broth from a fish
It smells so divine and it tastes so delish
It's lovely, it's wondrous, it makes me meowwww
I love it so much I would like some right nowwwwww

Not meowing here, because it's not a tuna broth occasion. But she felt this was a decent photo of her. ("You got my good side," she said.)

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I hope you all have a treat this week which is as uplifting to your spirits as tuna broth is to Lulu's.

Next week we will be tackling the topic . . . . . . . busy days . . . . .

Good luck!

Poetry Monday: Soap

It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is ......... SOAP.

Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi and me as we get in a lather over this topic. You can leave your poem in the comments or post on your own blog; if you do the latter, please let us know in the comments so we can track you down. Use the topic or choose another -- the objective is to have fun and be creative, so let your hair down and give it a try :)

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We're having a federal election in Canada today. I will doggedly go and do my civic duty, but it will be hard. The two leading parties have been mud-slinging and stretching the truth about both their own and the other parties' performance and promises.  One or more of the remaining four parties may end up holding the balance of power in a minority goverment, but are out of contention as far as forming a government goes. So unless a person votes strategically, which can be even more of a gamble, there are really just two choices on the ballot as far as I can see.

May I also just say how disappointed I am in our governing Liberals. They have broken so many important promises they made in the 2015 election, it stuns and grieves me. Some folks would say that any liberal party is better than any conservative one, but I am so disillusioned I'm at the point of asking, Is it really? Is a party that said it cared about indigenous people, electoral reform, women participating in government, and ending deficit spending, but whose actions have failed, at times spectacularly, on all those fronts, really better than the others?

I don't know what the answer is, but I've had a little pointed fun at the expense of the two main parties today and this is the result.

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 You're Both Full Of It

This vigorous poke with a hot sharp stick
Is accompanied by a good swift kick
Sent to our Canadian Tories* and Grits**
Your election campaigns have been the pits
Why can't we have: (1) consideration
For all the folks who live in our nation
(2) Do our bit to help others and the planet
Yet (3) spend within our means, goshdarnit***
Please say something sincere to give us hope
Or we'll rinse your political mouths with soap
And if you make promises with no carry-through
Next time the ones voted out will be YOU 

*Tories =Conservatives
** Grits =Liberals
*** You might think I really meant something else that rhymes better, and you'd be right.

Thanks, Steve Reed, for catching my mistake re Tories/Grits. I'll have to fire my proofreader, lol (that would be me). It's fixed now 😃

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Oooooooooo, Donkey's worked up quite a head of steam. That's what happens when quiet folks have been pushed beyond their limit.

Don't worry; I'll be back to normal in a few days.

Thanks for reading, folks -- may you all have a fairy tale week that starts with "once upon a time" and not the other thing :)

The topic next week, coming to you from Diane in Technical Difficulty Land, is . . . TUNA. Good luck!

Please note that Diane's poem is posted in the comments below because she is in . . . Technical Difficulty Land . . .

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Bonus election funnies:

Kitty is very fetching in those eyeglasses, isn't he?

. . . or you could just DUCK . . . heh heh

Topic change for Poetry Monday October 21

MotherOwl's keen eyes spotted the fact that we have already covered the topic of "shoes" -- quite recently, in fact -- in May of this year.

Oops! I blame it on my cold not checking carefully enough!

Thanks, MotherOwl.

Instead, next week we will write about ................ SOAP ......... a nice clean topic, too!

Poetry Monday: My Bucket List

It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is . . . . . our BUCKET LIST.

Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi and me as we pour out our thoughts on this topic in poetic form. You can leave your poem in the comments or post on your own blog; if you do the latter, please leave a comment so we can find you. Use the topic, or choose another; the idea is to have fun and work our thinkers; we don't get all tied in knots about rules in this poetry challenge :)

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I have, on occasion, contemplated what I would have on my Bucket List.

But as yet, I haven't found much of interest to put on that list, so this week's topic presents a bit of a challenge.

My hope for the time between now and my demise is just to live as long as I can, as healthily as I can, and then swan out of life with as little pain and inconvenience as possible.

Of course, I know that isn't likely to happen. I remember reading years ago that only 2% of the population dies peacefully in their sleep. Can one put "die peacefully and painlessly in my sleep" on a Bucket List?? I don't think that's the way it works.

Am I lacking in ambition, imagination, or motivation? Or all three? I don't know.

All I know for sure is that I've had a cold all week, so this poem is rather clunky because my brain isn't working at peak or even half capacity. My apologies in advance.


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I Guess There Is Something I'd Like To Do . . .

Folks nowadays often have a Bucket List
Of things they don't want to have died and missed
They do not wish to fade into the dark
Before they've ticked off everything
                    (or at least a majority of things) with a great big check mark . . .

Me? My Bucket List is non-existent
Travel is out, for at home I'm content
I don't have the desire to improve myself
So I won't be taking college classes
                    or running marathons or creating an empty shelf * . . .

There is no unfinished business in my life
No words unsaid, no unmended inter-personal strife
(I say what I need to when the chance is had
And my yardstick for behavior is to ask myself:
                    if I do this thing (or don't), will I later feel bad **) . . .

Granted, my needs and wants are few
I'm happy with home and hearth, it's true
That makes it easier to be happy with what I've got
And it doesn't hurt that I'm fortunate enough
                    to have gotten, relatively speaking, quite an awful lot . . .

Clean water, food, clothing and a roof
I'm luckier than many - a sad truth
Books and a bit of nature in my back yard
Are icing on the cake for a life that's been
                    very easy compared to so many lives that are hard . . .

If you have a Bucket List please do not fear
That I, having none, am judging you, my dear
We are all different and that is a beautiful thing
I invite you to divulge your list through writing
                    or interpretative dance or maybe you could sing . . .

And - OH! - I just came up with an item for my list
I need to point it out in case my shocking lack you missed
Before I die I want to rhyme a verse just as I ought
Instead of having every fourth line rhymed
                    by way of a long and meandering thought . . .
       



* Having an empty shelf somewhere in your home is one recommendation of some declutter gurus. It's supposed to provide a feeling of spaciousness or some other benefit that I can't quite remember now because it didn't make much sense to me when I read it. Actually, decluttering is one way I really could improve myself, if the truth be told. There are a dozen others, and in Real Life I'm acutely aware of them, but in Poetry Land I take liberties.

** This part is true, in case I've just made you question my honesty.

Kitty considers his bucket list. Number one: No water in the bucket please. Number two: Getting out of the bucket.         (Photo: Pixabay)

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So how about you? What's on your Bucket List?

Wishing you a bucketful of good things in your life this week :)

Next week's Poetry Monday topic will be ........... SOAP.  Good luck!

Poetry Monday: Paper

It's Poetry Monday, and this week's topic is ......... PAPER.

Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi and me as we make our mark on this topic (har! har!). You can leave a poem in the comments or post on your own blog; if you do the latter, please leave a comment so we can find you. Use the topic or choose another -- the object is to have fun and stretch our imaginations.

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I think my poem this week is pretty much self-explanatory.

Sometimes I think I shouldn't be explaining so much anyway. A poem should stand alone, I think to myself.

Then I remember all those English classes in school when we had to read poetry and I had no idea what was going on. Sometimes I would have appreciated a few notes to go with the poem to tell me just what the heck the author meant.

At other times, it was clear without any help.

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Empty Or Full -- It's All Good

Two kinds of paper delight me
Two kinds that I wholly adore
Blank sheets all ready for writing
And printed ones from a bookstore

The empty page begs for a story
A poem or thought from my mind
And the pages of books made by others
Are a treat and a treasure sublime

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See? Pretty transparent, eh?

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On writing ...

On reading ...

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What's your favourite paper thing?

Wishing you a week full of good stuff!

Next week's topic will be updated here when Diane has published her poem . . . . . . . .

Funnies, As Promised - Mayhem Edition

As mentioned in my Poetry Monday post, I accidentally blasted my original post to smithereens, digitally speaking, and didn't have the time or energy to reload the memes that were supposed to follow my poem.

Let's right the boat now, shall we?

It's the Mayhem Edition!

May your week be free of mayhem and destruction . . . but may you have cuteness galore 😁


Thank you to icanhas.cheezburger.com for these memes.