“MR AND MRS CUDDLY POO IN THEIR CUDDLY BARE KINGDOM BY THE SEA!” a poem in the series “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” a.k.a.: “Transcending Boredom, Doubt And Subjective Pout!” January 30, 2019 BOB’S BIRTH! Hail, to The “B!” [A painting by the author(s) entitled: “Windmills In Our Kingdom By The Sea!”]
I never get bored-in-the-morning, for out-of-bed-I hop;
Then sit upon my throne – to hear my subjects plop,
Into The Moat, where they will swim and splash around,
And – I can’t be bored! for-then: off my throne I bound,
And eat a breakfast – of finest fayre:
Crumpets!-savory-morsels!-and juice to spare!
I’m out the door, and I mount my chariot,
And move and shake, with my best friend Harriet,
Who lives (you bet) on HARRIET STREET;
I go to my subjects – and joyfully greet,
Everyone – with garlands – and songs – and mirth!
I’m NEVER BORED – with life on Earth!
Sometimes, a subject approaches me,
“NOT WITH YOU – FOR YOU’RE SENSA-TION-AL!
BEAUTIFUL! and-MARVELOUS – and-EVER – FULL,
OF ALL THOSE THINGS, THAT MAKE LIFE WORTHWHILE!”
I leave each subject – with a happy smile!
And I’m NEVER bored – in The Afternoon,
For, in my carriage, I’m-ANYWHERE – so-soon,
At: The Sonic (Boom) – or The Merca-do;
I’ll grab hot java – and-then-a -pplaud-o,
To-see the beautiful, splendid array,
Of this glorious, excellent – wonderful day!
NOT BORED AM I – FOR, IN THIS COURT OF DREAMS,
A BALL IS TOSSED, AMIDST JUBILANT SCREAMS!
We sing! We dance! in The Choir – at The Pub,
Where all the happy folk – kiss and rub!
I’m stimulated! all-over The Place;
You can’t be bored, when there’s SO MUCH GRACE,
And charm – and love that we all share,
I’M IN MY KINGDOM – OF CUDDLY BARE!”
My QUEEN is always – by my side,
Or – waiting-at-The-Castle – so s – x – y and wide,
So-luscious! A-VISION! of which I’m NEVER bored;
She used-to-live DOWN SOUTH! where she often “whored,”
With business and computers and worries and woe,
And BOREDOM! (so insidious!) But, NOW, she’s-learned-to-“know,”
That boredom is- a MUNDANE state of mind;
You need-not embrace it – for you CAN be kind,
To yourself AND others, down by The SEA,
OF EXISTENCE AND YEARNING – and-live-hap-happily,
Ever-knowing (that) all days – are really The Same,
IN MY KINGDOM BY THE SEA, IN A FINE PICTURE FRAME!