Delightful and creative post. I love it when someone finds a great use for what is normally thrown away. Makes me want to dig his kin out of the trash where I also threw my imagination. Thanks for the chuckle.
poor mouse, and yes, i would have snapped a shot to but not as many as you did and also could never write a story like this one, funny and a twisted at the same time. i found a lizard in the same condition and it made me sad, as does the silly rat
At first glance I thought it was a hairball or something one of your animals threw up. Then I REALLY looked at it and thought, "Holy shit, that thing has arms and legs....and a head!" Only YOU, Gail, would take pictures, OVER and OVER again, of a dead mouse and write a poem about it. You definitely ARE a twisted sista!
Oh Gail, this was delightful! It goes to show that a creative writer/photographer can use truely anything to weave a tale (tail?) around! Such fun photos, and your poem was just great. A wonderful smile to start my morning! I adore you! :-)
You are such a delightful crazy woman. Only you would come up with something like this. I do have to applaud you for your enormous imagination. I hope you gave it a proper burial after taking so many shots of it. xox
This is the funniest, cutest , most creative poem I have ever read. I love your sense of humour and the way you weave stories, poems, sentences around life on the farm and all it entails - no pun intended. he,he Well Done, Well Done my friend, as Watson once said.
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I found a friend
While I was deconstructing
A floor within the lodge.
We began with a game of chess
Then we completed a decoupage.
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Resting on the pumpkin
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He overcame his fear of spiders.
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We discussed the possibilities
of both becoming writers.
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Caffeine was shared cuz
He needed some hydration
The conversation turned
To the state of our nation.
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We couldn't decide who to blame
He revealed Icarus was his name
We signed a declaration
With the "We The People" pen
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We shared a meal of junk food
and conversation picked up again.
When I offered him a cigarette
He clammed up...
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"Tobacco kills!" he shouted.
Don't ever touch that stuff.
The evening ended as Hubby came to say,
"What the hell are you photographing?
Get that outta my way!"
Goodbye sweet Icarus.
I wish you well.
Next time fly toward the moon
Instead of landing in...well,
This story is true
It's not from the Liar's Tree
I posed this little mouse
I did it gleefully
So I could confirm
What you think of me.
Morals of this story:
We're not always what we seem to be.
Imagination rules
when you have no company.
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Close this window Jump to comment formDelightful and creative post. I love it when someone finds a great use for what is normally thrown away. Makes me want to dig his kin out of the trash where I also threw my imagination.
Thanks for the chuckle.
November 1, 2012 at 6:22 AM
Morning Gail....to funny...love your sence of humer......made my morning.....Blessings Francine.
November 1, 2012 at 6:39 AM
You've confirmed what I've always liked best about you: you're a little bit twisted! Thanks for making my day!
November 1, 2012 at 7:29 AM
poor mouse, and yes, i would have snapped a shot to but not as many as you did and also could never write a story like this one, funny and a twisted at the same time. i found a lizard in the same condition and it made me sad, as does the silly rat
November 1, 2012 at 7:37 AM
At first glance I thought it was a hairball or something one of your animals threw up. Then I REALLY looked at it and thought, "Holy shit, that thing has arms and legs....and a head!" Only YOU, Gail, would take pictures, OVER and OVER again, of a dead mouse and write a poem about it. You definitely ARE a twisted sista!
Sure you aren't related to Stephen King? *wink*
November 1, 2012 at 8:31 AM
Oh Gail, this was delightful! It goes to show that a creative writer/photographer can use truely anything to weave a tale (tail?) around! Such fun photos, and your poem was just great. A wonderful smile to start my morning! I adore you! :-)
November 1, 2012 at 8:45 AM
I'm with Pat on this one lol That was a fantastic post I must admit . Are you sure you and Steven King aren't related ? Have a good day .
November 1, 2012 at 8:47 AM
Well it did make for interesting photos. Just a good creepy one for Halloween. I laughed about your husband. :)
November 1, 2012 at 9:51 AM
i was laughing - but, yes, toss those cigarettes!
November 1, 2012 at 10:32 AM
Gosh, and I thought I was the only one going loopy stuck here with the animals all day! (laughs)
November 1, 2012 at 12:00 PM
I'm clapping with glee! I love it! Tee-Hee....
November 1, 2012 at 1:53 PM
You are soooo creative...
...but I don't think I could have picked it up...
...much less moved it around the house!
ha!
November 1, 2012 at 2:20 PM
I will agree with two comments . . . creative and maybe related to Steven King . . .
November 1, 2012 at 2:55 PM
Somehow, someway, you've managed to give his life meaning.........
Bravo!
Fly Icarus! Fly!
:)
November 1, 2012 at 5:27 PM
You are such a delightful crazy woman. Only you would come up with something like this. I do have to applaud you for your enormous imagination. I hope you gave it a proper burial after taking so many shots of it. xox
November 1, 2012 at 7:41 PM
I think you should have donated him to some Science class. ;o)
Wonderful post, Gail. I actually enjoyed it. I could not have touched it, haha!
November 1, 2012 at 8:09 PM
Great post for Halloween :-)
I figured when you offered him McDonalds, he would grow organs, hair, and come to life....darn, he didn't.
Now that you have bones, time to make a winter Halloween soup, hehehehehe
November 1, 2012 at 9:56 PM
This is the funniest, cutest , most creative poem I have ever read. I love your sense of humour and the way you weave stories, poems, sentences around life on the farm and all it entails - no pun intended. he,he Well Done, Well Done my friend, as Watson once said.
November 2, 2012 at 9:22 AM
You are a sick and twisted woman.
And I love it.
;)
November 3, 2012 at 4:03 PM