The Guard Cat

“Cats, are everywhere, thank goodness!” Gun Roswell

The guard cat

The guard of a cat
The cat on a wall sat
Sat as pretty as a cat
Cat of a guard nature
Nature which causes some hatred
Hatred just because he hunts
Hunts to keep the pests away
Away as far as he can slay
Slay the rats and other types
Types which might harm cause
Cause of being too many
Many enough for the cat to hunt
Hunt as he only can
Can, because this yard is his land
Land he can only protect
Protect and then be rewarded
Rewarded by his hoomans
Hoomans to whom the cat works
Works to keep the safe
Safe, as he only can be
Be, the ultimate guard cat ever seen

Celebrating International Women’s Day

know who I am. I am not perfect. I’m not the most beautiful woman in the world. But I’m one of them” Mary J. Blige

superwoman

Woman

What a wondrous creature is a woman
How unique, noble and oh so stunning
Smart, sexy, able and very, very funny

Call her…
If your house is a flooding
And you need help with the plumbing

Call her…
If your band is a bumming
And you need someone a drumming

Call her…
If the weather is making you grunting
And you need someone for shining

Call her…
Simply
If you need someone for hugging

Red Seat

“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige

Red Seat

I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf

Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!

Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!

So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek

A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

Noir

“Feeling the darkness within me” Gun Roswell

Noir

The darkness slowly settling in
Like the black feelings within
No sun no moon, no stars
Nothing seen but those endless scars
You might say it’s due to this, special season
But telling that lie would constitute as treason

Compared to this blue ain’t such a bad colour after all
Because, even frozen snowballs, get the blues, in hues
And then, throw in some grey and they’ll throw back some shade,
This certainly ain’t no drive in any slay in any parade
For now, let’s just keep the mood and lips in a frown
Just because, there is this great big excuse, of darkness

But I digress, since life, is always such a big mess
Anyway, so why not embrace, the noir inside and outside, less
Light, can make anything look really good
And I ain’t just talking about food!
If the oddest thing would happen; a spring with colours slapping
In all kinds of mixed odours, then I’ll be prepared

Kinda, but still wearing the noir, backed up by a choir!

X-mas x3 I three

“It’s that time of the season…again!” Gun Roswell

X-mas x3

Mrs Claus

The hardest working woman on the North Pole?
Surely, Mrs Claus wins the title as she plays the role
But who could blame her if even one moment she stole
For herself, taking a break, on this seasonal toll

Working with the red hooded celebrity almost the whole year
Must have some benefits but also plenty of secret fears
Never able to enjoy a solemn vacation, at least, not during this holiday season
But maybe, when Summer starts, this rat race called X-mas, she’ll be able to part

At least for a brief moment
Before X-mas vibes start storming!