Oh, where has she gone, Ava dear, Ava dear? Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother? She has left me here alone with the dog and her bone. Will she come home, or leave me with my brothers?
Oh, where has she gone, Caleb dear, Caleb dear? Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother? She has left me here all day with the cat and games to play. Will she come home to me, my sister, and my brother?
Oh, where has she gone, Jacob dear, Jacob dear? Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother? She has left me here to starve, so a turkey I must carve. Will she come home to me, my sister, and my brother?
Oh, where has she gone, Sissy dear, Sissy dear? Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother? She has left me here with them; my prospects are grim. Will she come home to me, and those others?
Oh, where has she gone, Bear dear, Bear dear? Oh, where has she gone, your sweet mother? She has left me here with Lou; now I think I have the flu. Will she come home, please, so I can recover?
@Home Studio – 202nd poem of the year
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My cats have a piano. They let me play it once in a while when I get the notion, but mostly they sleep and purr, and stretch on the multiple flat surfaces purely built for perching.
@Home Studio – 165th poem of the year
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Every opossum should have a hammock for the purpose of reclining and lounging. They spend the night mastering feats dynamic, then cleaning little hands after scrounging.
Their weary bodies need 18 hours of sleep, so it’s amazing we ever catch them awake. A suspended soft perch ensures nary a peep, as they dream of eating cake and a steak.
Yes, every opossum deserves a hanging bed where they can climb to a safe, warm retreat. There they can nestle and rest a tired head to nap in peace and dream of sweet meat.
@Home Studio – 158th poem of the year
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My pet alligator is a snuggle bug and loves to sleep on my bed. He’s always quick to give me a hug and listen to the worries in my head.
He enjoys spending time reading books and watching old movies with me. He eats anything my mother cooks; he’s been with me since I was three.
Someday when I have my own kids, I’ll let him babysit in our home. He’ll keep them from doing things he forbids and will never let them roam.
He’ll be an important part of my life for as long as he’s willing to stay. He gently, lovingly calms all strife and improves my world every day.
He is certain to give as much as receive and prefers listening to rock and roll. I don’t think he’ll ever want to leave because he adores climate control.
@Home Studio – 118th poem of the year
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