Celebrating Robbie Burns

'll gie ye some advice,
You'll tak it no uncivil:
You shouldna paint at angels, man,
But try and paint the Devil.
To paint an angel's kittle wark,...
Wi' Nick there's little danger;
You'll easy draw a lang-kent face,
But no sae weel a stranger
                       Robbie Burns

question??

Some days are like that...

day 21

I'm a little behind today,
Words have all gone astray,
Inspiration won't come
I'm sitting here feeling dumb
A poem a day is far too much
I promise soon, to be in touch.

16.Lies

I’m happy with my body.

I hate  pizza pie.

I drive a red Camaro.

Can’t wait until I die.

 

I don’t like birds and sunshine.

I really hate good books.

I don’t crave morning coffee.

Can’t complain about my looks.

 

Dew worms make me queasy.

This poem was very easy,

day 15

It is eleven thirty-seven,

Twenty-three minutes left to go
The day is almost over,
And I have no poetry to show.

14.To Charlie

my lame attempt at a sonnet -

Charlie you should be sleeping at this hour

Not barking like a fool at nothing much
While sitting beside the blue rabbit hutch
With too much stubborn canine will power.
The spray bottle aimed for your nightly shower
You howl, a lovely added noisy touch
Until your throat we really want to clutch
We yell at you and you growl and cower.
Please come inside you silly little fool
Have a drink and also tasty kibble
Take a treat, you like the crunchy nibble
I kiss your nose and scratch your velvet ear
And I rub your naked tum, I shant be cruel
Care for you,  loving friend, my pal, my dear.