Thoroughly Poetic Thursday
Cooper Murphy is taking over the responsibility of writing a poem for Two Spoiled Cats’ poetry day. This is the inspiration photo Mom Pam selected (with a minor alteration). After yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday post, I believe I am beginning to see a trend and reason for why Cooper Murphy is fat husky.
The Carnival is a Party in Your Tummy
When I go to the carnival,
I head straight for the food…
Candy apples, kettle corn and soda,
Peanuts, cotton candy and funnel cakes.
When it comes to those,
I can never put on the brakes.
Rides are fun if you don’t get dizzy or hurl,
But the games are all rigged.
You’ll never win that stuffed squirrel.
Though, you might win a baby chick
Or perhaps a goldfish in a plastic bag;
I’d rather have something nommy on a stick.
So I say, “Spend your dough on delicious noms.”
Polish sausage and corn on the cob
Chocolate-dipped, frozen nanners and ice cream
Saltwater taffy is always yummy
As are pretzels, snow cones and fried Twinkies.
The carnival is a party in your tummy.
© Cooper Murphy Blue 07/11/2018
When I was a youngster, my mom and I would always go to the County Fair every September. The variety of foods was not what it is today. I would always get cotton candy and a candy apple. Mom would get polish sausage and a beer.
My mom was great at games. The best thing she ever won for me was a standard-sized, white, stuffed poodle. Lots of gold fish came home with us through the years as well as two adorable baby chicks. I grew quite attached to those chickens. When they got too big for us to care for, my dad took them to a friend with a farm. I got to visit them one time. The next time my dad took me to visit, I found out my little chickens had grown up and been eaten. That still makes me sad.
Angel Sammy is the poet at Two Spoiled Cats, and his poems are always terrific. To read his poem, click on the badge.
Thankful Thursday
Sawyer has not escaped in four days, and he is almost two months seizure free. The escapes have been shut down with a third roll of screening added to the upper deck. And the pentobarbital is working to control his seizures. I am truly grateful for both of these things, as they give me a little peace of mind.
We also won a First Commenter badge from Two Spoiled Cats’ Tuesday Teaser. Three others also were first commenters, but we’re good with that.
We are entering the Thankful Thursday blog hop, hosted by Brian. To participate, post for what you are thankful and then click on Brian’s badge to join the hop.
I’m glad that Sawyer is feeling good and that he can’t escape either!
State fairs can be so much fun. Seems like ours isn’t as good as it once was, though. That’s great news about Sawyer being seizure free. We purr it continues.
Great poem, I am with you on eating my way through the fair, Cooper Murphy. 🙂 That is sad about the chicken 🙁 XO
We loved going to the carnival every year when it came into our neck of the woods. Loved going on the rides and eating all the great food they had there. Thanks, Cooper Murphy for your poem. It was purfect. Glad to hear Sawyer is having much better days. We are thankful to hear that. Thanks for the share. Have a great day.
We are heading to the boat today for a cruise, so I’ll do the adorable socks next Thursday for Thankful Thursday. They turned out purrfectly.
There’s Cooper Murphy. He’s a handsome mancat.
I’m thankful there hasn’t been anymore escape either.
Have a purrfect Thankful Thursday. ♥
The Hubby and I used to go to the county fair. I remember we won a bag of Tootsie Rolls (the small size) and sat in the grandstands watching horse contests while eating those candies. We don’t go anymore; it’s too hot, too stinky (!), and the desire to see the blue ribbon pickles or knitting or bunnies doesn’t draw us like it used to. But who knows!
We love parties in our tummies, too, Cooper Murphy! Can you point us in the direction of the Polish sausage?
Sawyer, we are so glad that you have not escaped in four days, and that you have gone two months without seizures. Keep it up, Sawyer! That way, you won’t keep your mom and dad on their toes. Purrs to you all!
Better be careful there, Cooper Murphy. Don’t want to lose that svelte physique! So happy about Sawyer and pray that he remains seizure-free and safe indoors! 😀 <3
A tummy pawty sounds good to me. I’m sure glad the escapes aren’t happening and neither are the Sawyer seizures. Thanks for joining the Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
We see Cooper Murphy is enjoying himself at the carnival! Mom won a big PINK poodle at the boardwalk stand one year. Mom also got baby chicks for Easter one year and found out (many years later) that they were on the menu for a Summer picnic 🙁
We’re glad you found a way to keep Sawyer safe and that he’s doing well on his meds.
The Florida Furkids with bazillion smoochies and tons of love to Mau from Allie
Oh my goodness Cooper! You scored big time in the carnival snack department my friend. I think that I would too – mousie sausage on a stick would be pawsome, and maybe a nip nanner covered in stinky goodness?! Seriously, we love love LOVE the poem today – it perfectly captures that feeling of endless fun and food at an old timey carnival. It’s been years since one came to our town. We are THRILLED about Sawyer being seizure free. We hope that continues forever and a day!
Love, Teddy
Somehow it does not seem right to eat chickens that have been raised as pets. That sort of thing has always bothered my human. Who eats chicken.
We are really glad Sawyer is doing OK and Seizure free. This is awesome to hear.
That is something to be thankful for.
Harvey