"The Sun, the Moon and the Stars"

For Jan and Ashley Mother Moon is baking moon pies for her children stars. "Save some for father, save some for father, save some for father." "Father will get none." Children are gathering pie crumbs and throw them into the sky. "They are for you father Sun." Then hail comes. Father gets none. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2010 POW! GROW

Home

It's raining outside. I am lying on the sofa under the light of the lamp with the pink shade, wrapped in the warm blanket, reading a mystery book and sipping hot tea with lemon and honey from my favorite mug. The cat is sleeping at my feet. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 15/10/2009 POW! GROW

I don't dance

I don't dance Texas two step. No, thank you. I really don't. I even do not waltz anymore. I can not tango, polka, fox-trot, or cha-cha. I don't dance two step. I even do not walk steps. I can sit and smile, sometimes frown. I cook, eat,watch the world still in awe. I can smell roses Yes, I can flirt. I just do not dance anymore. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 10/20/20011

A cat

I am white and orange, nine pounds including whiskers and a tail. Our mom knew how to dip deep into genetic pool. I have three brothers and two sisters. One is Siamese, one calico, brother is a big, fat tabby. We have Himalayan, and scrawny, bowlegged, bushy tailed sister.
They used to call me a Hop, or something like that, because I liked to hop high on the grass. It was sunny, grass was green, fields full of mice and snakes just across dirty road. Little town had a butcher who knew how to make jitrnice (something like pudding in the casing) and sausages. There were also two bakeries with wonderful kolatches and poppy seed strudels.
Then one day two women came. One of them was driving a van. I knew I will have to go. They were to many of us in the house. They put me on the floor of the van and took off. I had to pee, but I was holding back. Humans can be very opinionated about little puddles.
I went to live with my woman. She smokes.

To be continued.

A mouse and a moose (Tongue twister)

To Krystof A mouse mumbles to the moose: meet me Monday at midnight under the mistletoe when is full moon. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 10/9/2009

You told me

You told me go and eat your shoelaces. So I am eating them early in the morning and all day long. Then I shall fall into the sewer. You will be not mon amour. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 9/15/2010

Name and night

Moon is shining autos are driving rhymes are not rhyming Ian is going to Erie lake. Night is bright Erie is quiet u see a moose and an ape. Nice to have two n's in the name. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 9/14/2010