It's Thursday, and that means we're ready to rhyme. Thanks to Angel Sammy's Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge, we get to rhyme every week.
In this particular story, the home belonged to Mrs. Jones.
It all began one spring day's dawn,
When Mrs. Jones stood watching her cats frolicking on an empty lawn.
That was when the builders showed up,
Dodging cats who did run and jump.
The builders approached Mrs. Jones and asked her some questions.
They said, "What would you like built, ma'am? A mansion?
Or are you more so looking for a castle?
Perhaps something that brings about envy and dazzles?"
Mrs. Jones quite firmly shook her head.
"Goodness, no, I don't want any of that," she said.
She continued, "I just want a simple place to feel comfort and peace.
I just need a happy home for me, my cats, and my flowers, please."
And just like that, Mrs. Jones' house began being built with hammering blows.
She watched and waited as the builders built her humble abode.
She eagerly waited to make it cozily and happily her own.
The builders indeed did not build Mrs. Jones a castle.
Even so, to her the house did mesmerize and dazzle.
It was cozy and quaint,
And seeing it for the first time nearly made Mrs. Jones faint.
The house was the perfect place for a simple woman and her cats,
And Mrs. Jones was ready to move in just like that.
She thanked the builders quite profusely,
After which she and her furry friends settled into the home quite smoothly.
Mrs. Jones was the kind of woman who knew exactly what a home needed to be.
She knew that all she needed was a place for her and her cats to be happy.
Of course, she also didn't mind a home that looked a bit pretty,
A place where she could garden and decorate with the flowers offered by spring.
In truth, Mrs. Jones knew that the important part of a home came from within.
A home needed not be a giant fortress or any sort of mansion.
It simply needed to be a place where peace could thrive and grow.
It was with happiness and warmth that a house became a home.
Of course, a house was not a home without cats as well, according to Mrs. Jones.
We've given past tips on the dangers of paint products, but we're going to repeat this for National Pet Poison Awareness Month. Unsurprisingly, paint, varnish, and other similar products can be toxic to our furbabies. Lead paints can of course cause lead poisoning, which can cause a variety of severe symptoms, including those of the gastrointestinal and neurological systems. Lead can also be detrimental to red blood cells, brain function, and other important processes in the body. Oil-based paints can also be dangerous, potentially causing diarrhea as well as having serious effects on the lungs. They may also contain heavy metals and thereby cause symptoms similar to those of lead paint toxicity. Products such as varnish can also have similar negative side effects as paint.
Also keep in mind that paint and paint products can emit dangerous fumes. Especially without proper ventilation, inhalation of the fumes can cause irritation of the lungs or symptoms such as dizziness. To avoid emergencies related to the ingestion or inhalation of paint or other paint products, of course keep these items well out of reach of your furbabies. Try to keep your furbabies safely out of areas that are being painted. Should ingestion or inhalation of paint products occur, do not hesitate to seek veterinary assistance.
I just love that photo and poem! You are adorable Thimble!
Thimble, you are gorgeous!
Adorable story poem, and my home will always be where the cats are.
Thimble is the lovliest cat! What a nice picture!
Cute poem and doodle! Thimble, you are the adorable-est!
Great poem and adorable drawing. Thimble is such a pretty girl. Excellent tips too. XO
Well done all around!
Great poem! And you're absolutely adorable Thimble!
Great poem.....the photo is meant to be an inspiration not necessarily needing a poem about IT - but a poem about the spirit of the photo and that's what you wrote! Well done.........
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