Hello and happy Thursday! We're here to rhyme, which is easy to do thanks to Angel Sammy's Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge.
Merry Christmas in Whenever
It was a desert,
To be quite curt.
It was hot and full of sand,
And cacti filled the land.
It was hard to know what month it was.
There was always sand on the ground and hot sun above.
That did not change once throughout the year.
After all, it was the desert, did you hear?
A traveler journeyed that way,
Wandering the desert on yet another hot and sunny day.
He stopped outside the desert's one, lone building,
Hoping inside he could do some resting and chilling.
Was the building a saloon?
Inside would he find a drink and meal to have at noon?
He also needed somewhere to sleep that night.
If he was lucky, the building would have a bed in sight.
The traveler walked through the building's doors,
So that out in the heat and sand he was no more.
He at least found exactly what he needed,
This building being a catchall with beds, food, and drink.
On the counter of the place sat the resident cat,
Who immediately claimed the traveling man's hat.
He had all but set it down on the bar,
And in it sat the cat, whose name was apparently Star.
An old man appeared behind the counter,
And the traveler asked him, "Is it December?
I quite honestly can't remember."
The man behind the counter replied, "Does it matter one beat?
Every day is the same in this land of sand and cacti and heat."
The traveler shrugged and said, "I heard Christmas music in another town."
The old man behind the counter looked at him with a frown.
He mused, "Could it be December, then?
In this never-ending desert I never know the what or the when.
Are they celebrating Christmas in July?
Or did December's Christmas sneak up as a surprise?"
Suddenly whistling Christmas tunes himself,
The old man began pulling out boxes from the counter's shelves.
The cat only then left the traveler's hat.
After all, boxes were best friends to a cat.
"What's in those boxes?" the traveler asked.
The old man opened one and pulled out a different sort of hat.
It was bright and red and really quite festive.
Then he pulled out ornaments, wreaths, and even more in the Christmas collection.
"If it's Christmas in any way,
We simply have to celebrate," the old man did say.
And so the man behind the counter, the traveler, and even the cat set to work.
Into a festive place the building was soon turned.
When they were done, inside and out the place was shining with festivity.
Really, it looked nothing if not Christmassy
The traveler said, "Merry Christmas, I guess I should say."
Then he scratched his head and his thoughts did delay.
"But is it really Merry Christmas in December?
Or is it Merry Christmas in July, because I simply can't remember?"
"We're in the desert," the old man said.
Then he gave a scratch of his head.
"I never get right the month in this hot and sandy place, not ever.
And so, I guess, Merry Christmas in Whenever!"
Now we'll move on to the poem for last week that I ultimately forgot to share. The prompt for that one was this fun image here:
Thanks for Noticing Me
There once was a creature orange and bouncing.
He was bright and striped and a funny and feline sort of thing.
He bopped and jumped everywhere he went,
His energy never even slightly dwindling or spent.
And there once was a creature grey and gloomy.
He was sad, cynical, and something you might call doomy.
Have you ever stumbled upon the word lugubrious?
This sad, grey creature depicted that word in a way quite duteous.
There once was a time the bouncing orange one came along,
Singing and whistling a happy, bubbly, bouncing sort of song.
He hopped and skipped right into the path of the sad, grey thing,
Who never once in his life did hop, skip, whistle, or sing.
The one who bounced and sang did say,
"Well, hello there on this fine, happy day!"
The lugubrious fellow did shake his head.
"I guess the day could be worse," he then said.
All seemed fine until the morose one went on, saying sadly,
"I'm not sure how the day could be worse, but I suppose it could be."
The orange one bounced and bounced and bounced, racing.
He stopped only to say, "Oh, stop that gloomy roomynation!"
Again bouncing, and bouncing, and bouncing,
The bright and striped and orange one continued, nearly pouncing,
"You need a friend, so let's be friends, forever.
Your friendship would be the best present ever."
The lugubrious one looked as if a raincloud appeared overhead,
Until he just might have smiled a little, and then he said,
"A little consideration, a little thought for others, makes all the difference.
Having a friend like you might just sort of pique my interest."
The striped one of course bounced in reply.
Then he said, "There's no need to say ta-ta for now or goodbye.
Come on! Let's do some bouncing, friend, huh?"
"Thanks for noticing me," the grey one said, with only a little grump.
Now, we're more than ready to participate in Brian's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop.
And now we have for you the fill-in statements for tomorrow's Friendly Fill-Ins challenge. My co-host Ellen of 15andmeowing came up with the first two, and I came up with the second two.
1. I will never stop _________.
2. It was a relief to _________.
3. _________ made me feel proud of myself.
4. _________ grosses me out.
We'll see you tomorrow, friends!
We're so thrilled that the lost kitties have been found. I love that your Christmas bed is out year round :)
Excellent poems and drawings to go with them. And I love the flashbacks of Thimble with her bed. Excellent tips too. XO
Oh I don't think the poems are weird at all! They are as always from you VERY creative and clever and full of fun. Love the accompanying artwork too - especially the pogo-tailed kitty!!!! Thanks for playing poetry with us every week.
Hugs, Pam, Angel Sammy and Teddy too
Christmas Whenever is a great idea!
Post a Comment