Thanks to Christi for the AMAZING picture of crazy izzy (now affectionately known as the Izzbot. :) here are three stupid poems about my lovely girl, and then one more from today, about the creation of day and night. Haven't posted lately because 1) i've been stressed 2) i've been on a fantastic weekend/valentine's day vacation to dallas 3) i've been reading the Mortal Instruments trilogy by Cassandra Clare (love! but it is over, for now :( ) and 4) i've been watching Daria. so....poetry? not so much :(
dallas was so much fun! daniel took me out to dinner at this scrumptious :) latin american restaurant/bakery. i think it was my first four-course meal in a restaurant ever! and one of the best meals i've ever had, as well, with one of my favorite people :)
haha, now there is an adorable black cat sitting right in our front door and having a stare down with Trouble. i think he's deciding whether or not to come in...whoops, foot in the house...new friend for Trouble? i don't think the Izz would approve. alas, Trouble's friendly (?) advances led to Mr Alleycat scurrying away. alright, enough babble, here are the poems, as promised (and this is your warning: they are written in the most childish doggerel evah):
Izzy Trilogy
My cat is sitting on my couch,
She's perched in a ferocious crouch--
Oops, now she's fleeing, fast as light--
That squirrell gave her quite a fright!
And now my cat sits in the tub,
While yowling 'Rub-a-dub-a-dub!'
She isn't there for getting clean,
Not her! She's only there to sing.
Miss Izzy's sitting by the door;
She doesn't know it's minus-four
Degrees outside--she wants to roam!
But I know she should stay at home.
Crazy Cat.
Moon poem
Long before the line was drawn
'Tween dying night and wailing dawn,
Before the blunt-nosed black and white
When looks could kill and might was right,
The moon was jealously dismayed,
For when the sun his rays displayed,
Her own were quite redundant, see--
And no one knew her misery.
She spoke her sorrows to the stars,
Which didn't get her very far,
For they were deaf as well as mute;
Besides, they didn't give a hoot.
And as she fretted, growing dim,
(For envy drained her), on a whim
She thought, "I'll put on a disguise
And scare that sun out of the skies!"
She dressed herself in tides and waves,
For though the sun was proud and brave,
She thought, "He knows his weakness, right?
He'll have to run away in fright,
Or I will douse his life right out!"
Her plan would work, she had no doubt.
But what she didn't realize
Was, when she donned her great disguise,
Her own half-faded light would die--
And so it did. The poor Moon cried,
And sobbed and wept, and wailed, "Woe!
I'm just a rock! I cannot glow!"
But this is when the line was drawn
'Tween dying night and wailing dawn,
When, pitying the foolish Moon,
The Sun bestowed this humble boon:
To let her glow with his great light,
And be the glory of the night.
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