|The hostess with the mostest.|
Kashi here, delighted to be your hostess again. I said to Toby the other day, look, Poetry Friday will be here before you know it. Don't you think it's time you started thinking about your blog?
And do you know what she did? She whined. She groaned. She told me she was too busy working on revisions to her novel, Death Over Easy, and she couldn't possibly stop to think about Poetry Friday.
I offered my services. You don't mind, do you?
Ever since I got my start in show biz over at Jama's, I've been practicing in front of a mirror. Now I'm friends with the camera. As you can see.
I pried open the top drawer of Toby's file cabinet with my paw and found a poem that's near and dear to my heart. I hope you like it. If so, be advised that I accept any or all of the following in return:
1. A scritch under the right side of the chin.
2. A scratch under the left side of the chin.
3. A scrootch on the tummy.
4. A few Whisker Lickin's Tender Moments, salmon flavor.
5. A nice piece of wrapping paper to sit on.
Pawtographs will be given out after the poetry. Please form a line. Thank you.
by Toby Speed
Purring: how's it done?
Is it activated
by the sun?
Perhaps a scratch
between the ears;
Is it triggered
by a treat?
Or (folded in a window seat,
is it prelude to a nap?
Or just a knack?
Copyright © Toby Speed 2010. All rights reserved.
This week's roundup of purretry is hosted by Diane at Random Noodling. Thanks, Diane!
We had a kettle; we let it leak:
Our not repairing made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week...
The bottom is out of the Universe.
- Rudyard Kipling