Thoroughly Poetic Thursday
Each Thursday our friends, Teddy and Angel Sammy, host a day of poetry. They provide us with an inspiration photo to get our poetic juices flowing. Sammy also sends a really fabulous poem from the bridge. He’s an exceptional poet, so even if you don’t want to participate by writing a poem, his are always a must read. You will also find links in the comments to the poems of other bloggers. Click the badge to the left to be transported to Two Spoiled Cats.
Here’s today’s photo.
We know some of our furiends are not fans of burds, but we didn’t select the photo, we are just writing about it. None of us have ever seen a real bluebird much less an entire birdbath full. They sure are colorful. Mom says she has only seen a bluebird once. It was a few years ago in the yard of a friend who lives in the country.
Anyhoo, here’s our poem. It probably will not be what you are expecting.
Is Our Mom Crazy?
Mom says that she was a Bluebird*,
But that’s the stupidest thing we’ve ever heard.
We’ve never heard her chirp or seen her fly,
So we know she must be telling a lie.
She says she didn’t have feathers or a beak.
A lot of malarkey, that’s what we think?
She said she was more like a Brownie,
But we’ve dismissed that premise soundly.
Brownies are something people like to eat…
Just like our favorite nommy cat treats.
Then she said it was a lot like a Kit Scout.
We really don’t get what that’s about.
Why didn’t she say she was a kid scout?
Then we wouldn’t be so full of doubt.
She showed us her photo in a cap and vest.
She claimed the vest had a red breast.
She told us she was in the Robins troop.
Does she think we are total nincompoops?
If she’s a Bluebird, she can’t be a Robin.
She must have cracks in her noggin’.
We know she’s old and this was the past,
So we guess we shouldn’t be so aghast.
Her memory by now is so full of holes
What she’ll come up with next we’ll never know.
But we can no longer trust anything she says.
She’s mad as a hatter and crazier than a blue jay.
© Kitties Blue 10/03/2018
We also join the blog hop at Brian’s Home each Thursday after telling you all our thankfuls. This week it is our mom and dad who are grateful. The huge mud hole in the backyard has dried out. Tomorrow the footings will be dug for the addition to our house…only three months behind schedule. What makes mom the happiest is that she should only have to look at this from the kitchen window for six more months.
To join the blog hop, post for what you are thankful and then click Brian’s badge to go to his blog.
We’ll see y’all tomorrow for Friendly Fill-Ins.
Purrs and paw-pats, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy and Sawyer
* Bluebirds were once a group within the Camp Fire Girls (now Camp Fire) organization. This group no longer exists within the organization. You can read more about Bluebirds here.
My Mom was laughing so hard…coffee came out her nose! Mom was none of those (RObins or Browines or Bluebirds, but she was a Wrenette) Purrsonally, she LIVEd your poem!
MOL! Your poem really made us smile, pals. We bet your mom was an awesome Bluebird. 🙂
That was a fun poem. Great thankful too. That is a long time to wait. XO
MOL! That’s a great poem. We think it’s funny your mom was a Bluebird but never flew.
guyz….bee that a port a bullz toy let in de yard !!!!!!! az cree aye tive
az yur mom iz… her shuld like paint it for de holly dayz soon ta bee heer 🙂
Terrific poem! LOL!
Wouldn’t it have been cheaper to pull the drapes over the window, so you didn’t see that?!?
LOL! Good luck with the footings!
That was a fun poem and it made me laugh!
HAHAHAHAHA! We love your poem!!!
We hope your construction goes on without any more delays!
The Florida Furkids with tons of smoochies and love to Mau from Allie
Love that photo! They’re so beautiful. And that is an adorable poem! Love it, too! We would occasionally have a bluebird visit before the bear destroyed our bird feeder! Yep. I, too, was Bluebird! Oh, the memories! LOL! We were disbanded when our “leader” ran off with our meager bank account! Oh, the memories. Wait, I already said that! 😆
I love the poem and she’s not lying. She’s not old either. You kitties did a great job on the poem.
Have a purrfect day. My best to your peeps. ♥
That is was a fun poem!!!
Terrific poems and crazy is good! Thanks for joining the Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
My Mom says she remembers the Bluebirds – she wasn’t one but she was a Brownie then a Girl Scout! Love the poem though – it’s adorable. We see flying bluebirds here fairly frequently and they always stop at our birdbath and feeders. They are so beautiful (and somewhat tempting!). Maybe you could decorate that port-a-potty that is living in your yard for Halloween and then Christmas???? Lots of people have yard decorations after all. TEE HEE HEE HEE! Thanks for pawticipating in Angel Sammy’s Poetic Thursday – you always have a wonderful entry!
That poem sure made me giggle with glee!
We have bluebirds here, and I see them a lot, but not in such a great quantity.Maybe two or three at a time.
This peep was not a bluebird…but she does have a china cabinet with bluebirds in it.
I sure hope your project will not meet any more snags or delays.
My human says she was also a Bluebird when she was a kid. You are both crazy, as far as I’m concerned! You are humans!