Geronimo's Bones

They say somebody stole Geronimo's bones
Some over-privileged fat boys
Who never seem to leave well enough alone
Secret society frat boys
I hear that the family's hot on the track
The bones of their own they intend to take back
By hook or by crook, they will use any tack
Returning the chief to his home

'Tain't done yet, okay?

What're dey doin' dere?

I took my sons out for a wallk
Along the old main street,
When coming 'round the corner
Two doggies we did meet.
The doggies were entangled,
And much to my dismay,
My children voiced the question
That still haunts me to this day.

What're dose doggies doin', Daddy?
What're dey doin' dere?
Dose doggies sure look funny, Daddy.
What're dose doggies doin', Daddy?
What're dey doin' dere?

They waited for my answer
And I had to wonder why
We'd ever gone and told them
You should never ever lie.
And while I scratched my head
And slowly counted up to ten,
The kids grew most impatient
And they asked me once again.

What're dose doggies doin', Daddy?
What're dey doin' dere?
Dose doggies sure look funny, Daddy.
What're dose doggies doin', Daddy?
What're dey doin' dere?

Well, I mumbled some excuses.
Didn't know what else to do.
And that's how matters stood
Until our field trip to the zoo.
A turtle on a turtle
Made enthusiastic noise,
Which elicited this question
From two curious little boys.

What're dose turtles doin', Daddy?
What're dey doin' dere?
Dose turtles sure look funny, Daddy.
What're dose turtles doin', Daddy?
What're dey doin' dere?

Oh, what're dose doggies doin', Daddy?
What're dey doin' dere?
Dose doggies sure look funny, Daddy.
What're dose doggies doin', Daddy?
What're dey doin' dere?

(To a Succubus) An Ode is Owed

Your every curve
Makes me to swerve,
And though you know
I live to serve,
I pray I do not
Lose my nerve
Ere I attain
What I deserve.

For I am sure
That your allure
Will leave me gasping
On the floor.
Eternity
Outside your door
I'll wait, and ever
Beg for more.

I take no thought
Of what is what,
Considering
It can't be bought.
I'll gladly do
As I was taught,
In hopes this fair one
Can be caught.

What's for breakfast?

Tomato juice
Maybe a couple slices of raisin bread
Maybe a half a bagel instead
Handful of pills
To cure my ills
Coffee black
I feel the lack
Of sugar

Can you tell I'm not feeling especially inspired today?

Meet The Cats

(Click any picture for a larger image) Bella The Cat takes a nap Bella and Nicholas share the sofa Sparky sure likes her catnip Allen peruses his important papers Snickers, a former big fuzzy cat

What Canu never says (with apologies to Traesha)

So many things I'm like to say
Expressing heartfelt joy.
I'll loudly shout "hurrah, hurray!"
Or Jabberwocky's "frabjous day!"
Or maybe e'en "callooh, callay!"
When ladies with me toy.

But...

Except in jest, there is a phrase
I'll never speak to you.
Though demon rips my flesh in strips
I simply cannot come to grips,
Nor let these sounds escape my lips
To utter a "whoo hoo!"

Please...give till it hurts

The God Blob cometh
And cometh right soon
Bubbling like the contents
Of an old spittoon

This is Canu Baraksson for Rick-itis. You know, friends, a lot of people suffer from this dread ailment, people that you may pass on the street every day. Yes, they look as though they've got it all together...suave, sophisticated, even handsome...yet they can't string two words together to save their souls. Your generous donations now could make all the difference. Please...give till it hurts. Send your pledge now to:

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