These updated poems were first written by me in 2005, not for any particular reason. I tried to link them together into a series of poems about different animals either going on adventures or learning important life lessons, though that never came to fruition. Maybe one day.
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The Adventure of the Little Green Fish.<\/strong><\/p>\n When told of a treasure most grand and delightful Cat’s Wish<\/strong><\/p>\n Life in the lap of luxery, and lounging in a daze, These updated poems were first written by me in 2005, not for any particular reason. I tried to link them together into a series of poems about different animals either going on adventures or learning important life lessons, though that never came to fruition. Maybe one day.<\/p>\n
\nTo be explored in a cave deep and frightful,
\nThe little green fish took a compass in fin;
\nHer greatest adventure about to begin!
\nA problem arose around quarter past two,
\nWhen little green fish saw she hadn’t her shoe!
\nBut where did they go? Oh no, nobody knows!<\/em>
\nWe’ve heard of fish fingers, but never fish toes.
\nAbout to go home to admit a defeat,
\nThe green fishy realised, she didn\u2019t have feet!
\nAnd passing this hurdle, with a swish of her tail,
\nTo adventure once more – no way she could fail.
\nBut wait!<\/em> Thought the fish, while swimming her route;
\nWhat if I spy a monster? A horrible brute!<\/em>
\nWith terror and fear, our green fishy froze.
\nAnd should this adventure be written in prose?<\/em>
\nBut monsters aren’t real!<\/em> She remarked, feeling glad.
\n(Concerning the writing \u2013 I find I must add,
\nThat she is fictitious. It’s nice that you care.
\nA character merely, and quite unaware).
\nThe plucky green fish, all moxy and sinew,
\nPumped herself up, about to continue,
\nThe journey most grand of this treasure-bound sleuth,
\nWas delayed on account of an ache in her tooth.
\nHer crying was heard by her mother, alert,
\nWho appeared there at once, for fear she was hurt.
\nHer mouth was inspected – above, underneath –
\nThe verdict was simple: We fish don’t have teeth!<\/em>
\nSwimming on, she arrived at the cavern of treasure,
\nThe entrance was larger than her by some measure.
\nFilled with courage and strength, really ready to go,
\nShe suddenly stopped, and lost all her gusto.
\nA treasure most grand, more than I’d ever wish,
\nI never could carry – I’m only a fish.
\nSapphires, rubies, and studded gold dishes
\nMean nothing to me – what is money to fishes?<\/em>
\nShe went home to bed (if fish have such things)
\nAnd dreamt through the night of cats that have wings,
\nOf fish that had toes (a sight to behold!),
\nAnd little green fishes searching for gold.<\/p>\n
\nWas not the ideal way this kitty wished to spend his days.
\nOften bored when standing up, or on his derri\u00e8re,
\nThis cat so longed to spend his moments floating in the air.
\nHe knew that had he wings to fly,
\nHe’d catch the birds up in the sky;
\nHe’d bob along a summer’s breeze,
\nOr save his friends from up in trees.
\nOh, how potential could be reached,
\nIf laws of gravity were breached,
\nHe’d mock those stuntmen using wires,
\nAnd be the Cat the world admires.
\nOne sunny day, about last spring,
\nHe came upon a curious thing.
\nAll wiggle, fuzz, with many feet,
\nAnd kibble-sized – Perhaps a treat?
\nAbout to try it out for taste,
\nIt shouted out in panicked haste,
\n“Don’t eat me, friend, and I’ll advise,
\nthe secret trick to how one flies!”
\nSo Cat agreed, and let him pass,
\nThen watched him climb a blade of grass,
\nAnd craft a case in which he lazed,
\nTo re-emerge in thirty days.
\n“What are those?” Cat said, “How you fly!”
\n“Why these? My wings!” He didn’t lie.
\nAnd Cat beheld these glorious things;
\nHis friend that had none, now had wings!
\n“I ask, my friend, with all my heart,
\nThat you, your secret will impart –
\nFor had I wings – your expertise –
\nI’d want for nothing! Teach me, please?”
\n“Well, dear Cat, my grounded chum,
\nwho never dreamed of me in tum,
\nI’ll off, but come back in a week
\nTo give those things, those wings, you seek!”
\nCat rejoiced and bid him hurry,
\nAway he flew in frantic flurry.
\nTh’admired aerial acrobat
\nHad promised to return to Cat.
\nA week he sat, anticipating.
\nThen a fortnight, always waiting.
\nMonths had passed with no word spoken;
\nPoor Cat’s heart and dreams were broken.
\nEvery night was just the same;
\nCaterpillar never came.
\nCat grew old and tired out,
\nThough never did the promise doubt.
\n“He’ll be here soon – up in the air;
\nWith wings for me, I’m sure he’s there.
\nHe made a promise, that he’ll keep.”
\nAnd Cat, still waiting, curled to sleep.
\nWhat now to say for him betrayed?
\nThe Cat that trusted, longed, and stayed.
\nThe lesson learned is to beware –
\nDon’t trust an Ex-Caterpill\u00e1r.
\nEver thought that cats are lazy?
\nHere’s a thought that’s not so crazy:
\nWhen they stare out to the sky,
\nThey’re waiting for a chance to fly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"