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It had purple skin,
with eight green eyes.
A red nose, not blinking
was a big surprise.
The pigeon toed gait
as it walked down the road,
with a lumpy body, like a toad.

I live the day
to sip the wine,
harvested from
the gnarly vine.

I prefer red,
my wine of choice
but will drink white
when we rejoice.

What you drink
is up to you,
please don't drink
the Mountain Dew.

Screw up your courage,
give us your word.
Take out your saber,
fall on your sword.
Make a decision
for your conscience to dwell.
Quit all the lies,
go straight to... well
perhaps you can make
some amends,
if you can find
anyone of your friends.

I was at the Pub,
having a brew,
when a movement, I saw
and it was you.
Those beautiful brown eyes
reeled me in and thinking
I might even win
a piece of your affection.
I began, touching your hair,
saying to you, here I am.
You nosed me, with your stubby nose.
It was then I said,
anything goes and then I knew
I loved you so much,
my little Shih Tzu.

When leather soled shoes find the rain,
they act like a sponge soaking up water.
The soles become slick as a skate.
If you don't watch your step, you
may have great pain.
Stepping on a painted step, going
downstairs, when my feet slipped
and I unceremoniously fell on my
rear. I was now sitting there with
the packages I was carrying.
I got up. Took another step
and I once again was on my rear.
Didn't hurt much to land on your
rump, at least not mine.
The lesson learned in this life
of mine was to rid my self of
those leather soled shoes,
that showed me how to do
that slippery dance.

Up early in the morning
for a hot cup of tea
as coffee, my coffee
does not agree with me.

Argh he said,
as he wiped off his chin
with the sleeve of his arm
and that's when it begin.

He was a motley type,
his face covered with hair.
Not very quick,
or I wasn't aware.

His eyes were dark blue,
I noticed his face,
he didn't belong here,
not of the human race.

He looked right at me,
that's when I saw,
the pinkish scar
underneath his jaw.
I thought I would ask him,
what the scar was about.
I opened my mouth wide,
but no words would come out.

I wanted to know about him.
Where did you come from?
But he turned his body,
and with a little sound,
was out the door,
and couldn't be found.

The light begins
on a frosty dawn,
with rabbit tracks
across the lawn.
Rabbits forage now
looking for food,
and now have
espied my Tulip tops,
from which they'll
bite with their chops.

What have you written,
my little smote?
Stay away from religion.
Don't discuss the vote.
These words that I write,
make no sense to me,
when I wake up at three.
Back to bed will I go
for I'm tired of this time
and do not like it
when my words do not rhyme.

Bright are the lights
of the rising Sun.
If it ever stops raining
perhaps we'll see some.

The trembling limbs
on that first date.
The nervous laugh,
about not being late.
Your radiant smile,
my crooked grin,
out to the car,
to the movie we went.
Finding our seats,
the lights dimmed.
Holding her hand,
she sat next to me.
The joy of love,
was so happily,
not meant to be.
One of infatuation,
with a lovely girl
made my heart
beat so rapidly,
but this puppy love
was not to be.

I am awaiting my fate
and it soon will be found.
I may have lost it
on this soggiest ground.