"Duh"
Hairless rats are super cool.
What is wrong with the rest of the world?
---Tracinator (original---2010)
Maybe not the best poem in the world, but heartfelt. I am stunned by the lack of support for my idea to adopt some hairless rats. I let the idea slip to the old ball and chain, and let me tell you, it is not a pretty picture here. I believe the last words uttered by DH were "You'll probably do what you want anyway." Damn right!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
That Old Rat Magic Has Me in Its Spell
A poem sent by a friend, concerned by my silence regarding rats:
"Monuments"
So, does RatPoetry stand now,
A silent tribute, a monument
To Niccolo's temporary brilliance?
Telling of the glories, both, which were
His life and death?
Or will you begin, in
Time honored fashion to move on,
To write of rodents new,
Of squirrels?
Nicodemus (2010---original)
I must admit that I have been less than enthusiastic about rats lately. The cat-induced carnage had ended, and I shamefully acknowledge that my grief for poor Niccolo and his brethren (and "sistren") had faded. I admittedly have a short attention span also... Where was I? Oh yeah... A colleague of mine has to give up her two hairless rats, and after I meet them next week (the rats, that is), I may get to adopt these lovely beings! Do not worry, gentle reader--- I shall keep them safe from the cats! If all goes well (and part of this means that my rat-hating husband must never discover my intention to adopt said rats), there will be much fodder for new and exciting non-hairy, yet deliciously ratty poetry!
---Tracinator
"Monuments"
So, does RatPoetry stand now,
A silent tribute, a monument
To Niccolo's temporary brilliance?
Telling of the glories, both, which were
His life and death?
Or will you begin, in
Time honored fashion to move on,
To write of rodents new,
Of squirrels?
Nicodemus (2010---original)
I must admit that I have been less than enthusiastic about rats lately. The cat-induced carnage had ended, and I shamefully acknowledge that my grief for poor Niccolo and his brethren (and "sistren") had faded. I admittedly have a short attention span also... Where was I? Oh yeah... A colleague of mine has to give up her two hairless rats, and after I meet them next week (the rats, that is), I may get to adopt these lovely beings! Do not worry, gentle reader--- I shall keep them safe from the cats! If all goes well (and part of this means that my rat-hating husband must never discover my intention to adopt said rats), there will be much fodder for new and exciting non-hairy, yet deliciously ratty poetry!
---Tracinator
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I am jumping back into rat poetry with otters.
Yes, I know otters are not rodents, but I dearly love them, and they seem "sorta rat-like." Anyway, they make me happy, and I have been a bit down, so to hell with the rats for now."Otter"
Otter. You potter
in the water.
Forage happily for cod or
other fodder
to feed our souls as god or
someone/something oughter.
Thank you, dear otter.
---Tracinator (original)
I wrote, if I may modestly mention, a brilliant report on otters in fourth grade. It included a museum-worthy drawing of the exalted otter. So thank you, otter, for that A from Ms. I forget-her-name.
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