Food (Limerick)
All the kitties line up to pose
For yummies that tickle their nose.
They held back from our cat
Til safety tested,for that.
now it's sure, and it's at Trader Joe's.
It was never an issue, but they took their cat food off their shelves, tested it, and only then made it available. TODAY. After all the questions, I consider this a corporate act worthy of loyalty. Moby doesn't care, he just loves the stuff, and his eyes brighten, his coat shines, and he wants to chase more.
Yup, this is what thinkin' bloggers think about. Uh, huh.
Labels: Moby, Pathetic poetry.
Posted by Zhoen on Sunday, April 22, 2007
12 comments:
A human who once owned a cat
Said, "I won't feed Snicklefritz THAT!
The gluten's suspect,
He deserves more respect!"
"Just keep the bowl filled," said the cat.
Are you sure you bought enough?
PMP, Very nice.
P, No. I'll be getting several cases to tide us over the move. All friends coming from places with Trader Joe's must bring a case of the stuff.
Ordinary is the best magic. Ordinary concerns, ordinary days, ordinary problems.
No bad subjects, only writers lacking in the courage to talk about ordinary life - whether it's huge and spirit altering changes or the ever-lovely Moby and his food.
We write and it isn't always fabulous (well, I'm not anyway)- but the habit of writing is established and once in a while, each of us say something that matters to someone else.
I think that's how it goes. And it's what I tell myself when I'm spewing nonsense and doubting the wisdom of blogging at all.
And he has it served in a Willow patten bowl?
A kitty shaped dish. On sale from a Japanese import store that closed. He has often eaten off my own pottery. Oh, well, there's photos for another day.
The willow ware is quite cheap, chipped, our usual plates. Soon to be left behind.
(o)
The evil one stood up and spoke,
"This tainted pet food is a joke.
They're not scared for your pets,
just the elderly Vets
Who eat pet food because they are broke."
Zhoen's cat is really too swish
To eat from a crude pet-store dish,
This fastidious diner
Sups from blue and white china,
Licks his whiskers & says
"How delish."
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Your Blogger word verification is asking me to write:
bfukyo
I suppose I'll have to, but I'm shocked.
Anna,
You made me laugh out loud at work. Wonderful.
I can't believe how easy it was to sign in and not be an anonymous any longer.
I was reading recently that the limmerick is the only short poem form that originated in English.
I meant to say "that origniated in America" but most people think it was Ireland. Who knows?
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