J Jay Samuel Davis

“VERANDA PLUS!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Balcony Of Love!” in The Series: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” May 10, 2019 (Friday)

“VERANDA PLUS!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Balcony Of Love!” in The Series: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” May 10, 2019 (Friday)

I-wished-for-a-nice-veranda, just like my mother had,
Which ex-tended out into The Night, a-treasure-for-mum-and-dad!
My-Dad spent time ad-mir-ing THE SPACIOUS STRUCTURE THERE!
The neighbors, they were jealous – as-we-breathed the sweet night air!

Our veranda, it extended – across the sides and front,
Of the glorious dream[s] we had! and many folks will hunt,
For-the-best veranda, which-they-can-find-around!
MY MOTHER’S LUXURIOUS VERANDA – was-the-best there-was in town!

Sadly, now, my mum is “passed,” yet I admire tra-dition,
So, I-have-sought to-have-a-most beau-ti-ful transition:
And so we’ve-a-fine-veranda – a large and open porch!
It’s all so glorious – and luxurious – AT NIGHT, WE HOLD A TORCH!

And-dear-old-Mr. Cuddly Poo is-enchanted-by-what-we’ve-made;
Many nights are spent there; in-the-day, it offers shade!
We’ve suc-culdent am-brosia, which-we-serve for you and me;
Our-veranda is “a feature” – that many WISH to see,
But-seldom (or-even EVER) do-“outsiders”-observe-our-“prize!”
Our BALCONY OF LOVE, we-call-it! It-is the perfect size!

fin. <3

P. S. [The Extra!] There’s-also-a-secret-platform, ‘neath-what-I-constructed-there!
It’s UNDERGROUND! dark-&-warm! Only-my-hubbie, will-HE-dare,
To venture DEEP! to-this-“secret-place” and-sleep-a-while, for I,
Have-placed-A-BED!-a-mound-for-his-head – and – a yummy, cherry pie!

SO! IF-he’s-feeling-ad-ventur-ous, my-Mr.-Cuddly-Poo,
Having sipped ambrosia-with-me – and-needing-“a-little-extra”-to-do,
He-can-go-down-to-The-Cellar – and-hide-right-there! Yeah! – BUT!!!
I-have-a-secret-camera!! So-I’m-observing “my honey nut!”

And! as-He-dozes, I-will-speak! on-a-spooky, sound device:
“Oh, CUDDLES? Mr. Cuddly Poo! Are you feeling nice?
Hiding-DOWN-THERE, feeling safe? It’s-so-soft-and-wet!” I’ve said,
For,a-water-bed, I’ve modified, AND – IF he lifts his head,


By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)