Tmesis
29 Wednesday Jan 2014
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28 Tuesday Jan 2014
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23 Thursday Jan 2014
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Macgregor was really a fabulous hound,
A treasure, a pleasure to have around,
He was hairy and loyal and his ego was big,
But he was simply the cutest thingamajig!
Near our home there used to be a camel trek,
They used to exercise them on the beach on spec,
And one day we took MacGregor down to the sea,
Because it was simply his best place to be.
He considered this stretch to be his ‘turf’,
He swam in the shallows, he jumped through the surf,
But this day he came upon something unplanned,
A camel asleep with its chin on the sand.
He just took one look and raced round the back,
And attempted to mount her, a covert attack.
It was impossible, she was too tall,
And don’t tell Macgregor but he is, well, small.
So he assessed a nostril, which was just at his height,
And started a-pumping with all of his might.
The camel woke up in astonished surprise,
At the sight of the terrier humping in front of her eyes.
She lifted her head, dignity personified,
And Macgregor kept going , he was into his stride.
Her head reached a height of about three and a half feet,
And he was still going, with dangling feet.
She looked down her nose at this persistent pest,
And decided a sneeze would probably be best,
So she sneezed very loudly, this was not up her street,
And Macgregor shot backwards, landing neatly, on all four feet.
He assessed her minutely, considering if he might try again,
And quickly decided his advances would all be in vain,
He decided the nostril was now out of reach,
So nonchalantly trotted back up the beach.
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20 Monday Jan 2014
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My dog, Macgregor, was approaching ten,
And a cat-loathing terrier, who chased them when
My ex-husband came back from visiting a client,
Somewhat sheepish but simultaneously defiant…
It seemed that her cat, before they could neuter,
Had gone out a-courting and found her a suitor!
She was now making nests and preparing for birth,
And had gone from a tadpole to a cat of some girth!
Her kittens, so far, were all black and white,
So Malcolm figured it’d be absolutely alright,
To say that he’d have one only if it was all black,
And the moment he said so, he tried to take the words back…
She had produced one that was blacker than jet,
Not ginger, not tabby, not white or brunette,
So Malcolm came home and announced what he’d done,
And I said we’d have two, it was safer than one!
So several weeks later the kittens arrived,
And my feelings of equanimity simply nose-dived!
But there was no need to fret, worry or to agonise,
Macgregor just loved them, much to my surprise.
And the kittens discovered that they had both a mum and a dad,
Macgregor just adored them, when they were good or truly bad!
He loved them to pieces, that sweet dog of mine,
And they loved him back, even though he was canine!