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‘Bistro Theater’ brings Frisky Friday back to Jude’s Threshold!
Drawing perpetrated with Prismacolor oil and Rexel Derwent watercolour pencils on paper for both of this blog’s readers to view.
This weekend our family has a big birthday to celebrate – our Violet turns four years old.
Little Violet turning four
three has wafted out the door
cupcake breakfast gifts galore
everyone that’s five was four!
Happy Birthday, sweet Violet!
You’ve heard of a cat they call Rush
who spouts from his powerful tush
with GOP cred
he wishes Dems dead
though some say he’s just a big lush.
Spycat limericks and rhymes of a political nature:
Having an irrepressible kitty cat like Lim who does like his rhymery and his Politics, it makes smart kitty sense that Lim would eventually respond to the Magic Negro parody of Barack Obama with his own ditty – also sung to the tune of ‘Puff the Magic Dragon.’
This may be Lim’s way of bidding adieu to our 43th resident, George Bush:
(‘resident’ is no typo, fyi.)
And don’t fret – Republicans, including radio’s Rush Limbaugh, have played the Obama parody ad nauseum using the ‘he’s black, too’ justification because it was created by a black man, David Ehrenstein.
So? Well, Lim is a Leo the Lion kitty…Bush has Leo rising and Mercury, Venus, and Pluto in Leo in his 1st house of Self. He even has Leo the Lion’s slightly crossed eyes and a heart full of pride.
So by GOP logic, it’s okay for Lim to parody another Leo, right?
Dueling Parodies! Makes me wonder if ‘Rush the Magic Gasbag’ can be far behind! Lim may be scratching it into his litterbox as I type…better go check…’scuse me…
Yon turkey roasting in the pan
we simmer greens for Uncle Stan
got Aunt Belinda’s mac’n'cheese
and pumpkin pie that’s sure to please
sweet yellow corn is on the cob
those yams are bubbling on the hob
i got a chance and had to say
y’all have a fab Thanksgiving Day!
Above drawing is from my true-life Thanksgiving Tale which you may find by scrolling down the sidebar to: ‘Writers Write.’ It’s entitled, ‘Mysterious Tale of the Sleepwalking Turkey’ and will answer the burning question: Have You Seen This Turkey? ;p
Well, the November 2008 prez election is closing in and will be here before we know it - I waited for you long as I could but apparently you hadn’t written anything of the rhymery persuasion so it had to be done such as it is:
This rhyme’s not the fault of Mr. A. Cat…all the blame’s on me this time.
Of course, you could’ve stopped it but you didn’t. And I know you’re busy. We’re all busy. I just happened to have an extra 25 minutes earlier tonight and this is one of the things that can happen when you give me a pen, paper, and some free minutes.
Okay, my peace has been said now so I’ll go watch Kiefer Sutherland on The Late Late Show with TV’s Craig Ferguson (sans moustache, thank goodness.) Reminnnnd you of anyone?
At last! Mr. A. Cat has gotten through to us at Lim’s Limericks with a freshly scratched limerick which seems to apply to Barack Obama’s recent overseas tour of presidentiness:
~~Cat photo of Princess Grace included~cred to Maya H.~~
As you know, Mr. Defiant was a no-show yesterday on Capitol Hill, so I penned a poem in honor of a man who knows all the Bush skeletons personally:
There once was a cat from Iran
who got hot and turned on a fan
it wasn’t enough
to cool off his fluff
so atoms were split in Tehran.
He worked long and hard on the splits
while George threw incompetent fits
by acting so proud
no weapons allowed
or sanctions will come in a blitz.
So who gave the arms race it’s start?
who played the gargantuan part?
could take the world out
but that wouldn’t be very smart.
Be careful or you’ll find more spycats, political limericks and rhymeries, plus a few kitty cat photos at:
Here’s The Guardian on the EU’s new banking freeze of Iran’s assets:
After last evening’s phone call from an offspring, I suddenly discover that family (see photo) will be descending from out of town this evening. This is good news for us, not so good news for my blogging habit.
And yet there is a political poem just penned….an open poem to the next president, no matter who the globalists decide to install in the White House. They are, as we know, the Deciders–yet still I must ask:
In Politics it’s always good
to keep yourself misunderstood
campaign Atlantic to Pacific
just don’t be over specific
play your cards close to your chest
and don’t reveal your fondest quest
until you’re in then none can fuss
(it’s not as if you’re one of us)
so hold fast to your power dreams
ignore it when your nation screams
we’re undermined and oversold
and wonder where you’ve put our gold
In Politics it’s pocket-lining
power’s sun is always shining
White House turning shades of gray
so how much more is there to say
except will you be friend or foe?
Constituents would like to know.
~~:~~ The 2008 Summer Solstice Page has now been updated. You’ll find it second on the Pages list.
Sorry but it’s true:
See the depths of what prez campaign fatigue can lead to? Even my cats are complaining (photo of Wiley included in above-linked post. He’s a longhaired beauty but oh so wumped out!)