An Afghani Kitten

Finally! It seems some of Mr. A. Cat's limericky vibes may have rubbed off on me (only the typist around here) so the following verse has been sadly inspired by President Obama's recent war escalation announcement:

When bombing an Afghani Kitten
be sure it's a crook you are hittin'
from Houston a drone
toward targets unknown
bad karma returns as is fittin.'

jc 12/5/09

Just to brighten up my depression over America's further turning toward perpetual war which this escalation represents, here's some sedum on a metal table from my garden this past May with pink oxalis blooming in the background...



photo by Maya, my yarn-spinning daughter.

A Kitten Called Palin

Here's a photo of a droopy Alberto Kitty with the wind knocked out of his sails, reports his human roommate. Alberto had just been told he wasn't going to the beach with the rest of us and you see the sad effect of this news!

Big Announcement: Mr. A. Cat, our constant muse at Lim's Limericks, yet an elusive muse who is always off on secret missions in his role as an agent in service to our nation, has contacted my roommate Lim with a new ditty which I shall type for you now since cats don't have fingers:

There once was a kitten called Palin
whose governorship soon was flailin'
she quit for a run
in 2012's fun
her ship toward the White House is sailin'.

-Mr. A. Cat 11.21.09

~:~

All I can say about a possible Palin in the White House at the nation's helm: Nooooooooooo! That's crazy thinkin' Politics.

-typist, Jude Cowell

On War and Peace: A Cat in DC

Roxy yawns her displeasure over the following limerick which Lim himself scratched in the communal litterbox. Perhaps Lim's lines took up too much of Roxy's toilette space!

A cat in DC started flailing
more war were his generals hailing
a well-placed Peace Prize
might dampen one's eyes
but Afghans will think we are bailing.

by Lim, Poet and Chef of tonight's din din which is baking in the oven now...

As Halloween nears: an Ode to Readers of Poe

Well, Halloween 2009 nears, and the kitties have been quiet of late - no political grousings in verse form, plus, Mr. A. Cat is off on a mission unknown. Last evening, Chef Lim baked me a pan of flakey biscuits with Pearl Gravy to go with grilled Polka dot boxfish and Rosemary Potatoes.

So with Edgar Allan Poe's recent funeral in Baltimore - which at last gives the poet his due and honors the 160th anniversary of his death (Oct 7, 1849) - I have taken rhyming matters into my own paws and come up with an Ode to Readers of Poe, yet you don't have to be a Poe fan to read this brief and groanworthy verse.

But being in a Halloween mood can only help!

Jude, just the typist

~:~

Please drop by my two new Art Shops when you may: Blue Tiger Art and a Zazzle Shop featuring Dreamyfish Art botanical fish portraits and more. Placing my Art designs on practical stuff like T-Shirts, tote bags, mousepads, Keds shoes, neckties, and such is so much fun that I hope you enjoy a browse and find something you can use or wear! jc

A joke from God?

Here's a frisky little joke someone shared with Lim by email. He meowed loudly for me to post it for you, so here goes:

God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael, the archangel, found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired, "Where have you been?"

God smiled deeply and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made."

Archangel Michael looked puzzled, and said, "What is it?"

"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put life on it.. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a place to test Balance."

"Balance?" inquired Michael, "I'm still confused."

God explained, pointing to different parts of Earth.

"For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth, while southern Europe is going to be poor. Over here I've placed a continent of white people, and over there is a continent of black people. Balance in all things."

God continued pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot, while this one will be very cold and covered in ice."

The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a land area and said, "What's that one?"

"That's Texas, the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful mountains, rivers and streams, lakes, forests, hills, and plains. The people from Texas are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent, and humorous, and they are going to travel the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking, high achieving, carriers of peace, and producers of software."

Michael gasped in wonder and admiration, but then asked, "But what about balance, God? You said there would be balance."

God smiled, "Yes - Washington D.C. Wait till you see the idiots I put there."

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Amen and double amen to that - have you seen Washington's garbled handiwork this week on 'Health Insurance Reform'? It's quite a political joke in and of itself, but the biggest joke of all, my friend, is squarely on us. jc

Obama in a Box?

Since it's my poem, I have decided to *re-post it here on Lim's Limericks with fussy Lim's express permission. He doesn't think Mr. A. Cat will mind, but since I'm only this blog's typist, it seemed best to ask him to okay it first.

The following poem is inspired by today's kerfluffle over President Obama's idea to send more US troops to Afghanistan as a strategy decision, and by Stanley McChrystal's assessment which was 'leaked' in a memo which some say is a 'strategy' meant to pressure the president into seeing things the Pentagon's way - aka, Send More Troops.

Afghanistan

Barack Obama in a box
Afghanistan is like a pox
upon his presidency new
he'd escalate but how and who?

McChrystal memo quite a dud
to land with such a dullish thud
on White House roof and in the hall
Obamaites are right to squall

Since change and hope he touted wide
we'd choose to have the peaceful side
but will the US ever see
an end to war economy?

Though pressure's on to send more troops
our US system has the droops
there are no jobs for every man
returning from Afghanistan.


Jude Cowell 9.21.09 8:49 pm edt

*Poem previously posted at 8:49 pm on Two Hours You'll Never Get Back.

'A Lion Was Laid to His Rest' 8.29.09

With Senator Ted Kennedy being eulogized by President Obama at the senator's Boston funeral this morning, it's too much to expect that Mr. A. Cat, ever mindful of Senator Kennedy's fabulous Lion of the Senate moniker, would not send along a limerick to my roommate Lim today with instructions for my typing to begin asap...

A Lion was laid to his rest
as senator always the best
he'd legislate right
on into the night
with liberal Democrat zest.

Mr. A. Cat, Esq 8.29.09: RIP

(Lim just now tells me that Mr. A. had an alternate for the last line: 'and prove a Republicans' pest.' Not sure which I like better since they both apply to this last of the Kennedy brothers! -jc)



Roxy sleeps, photo by my daughter Maya, whose name relates to the sea; Ted Kennedy's beloved boat is named 'Mya' pronounced as 'Maya', but spelled differently, as you see.

Some Washington Cats

Oh dear. Lim and I were up all of last night waiting for Mr. A. Cat's further communique which finally came through at 7 this morning - I mean, Saturday morning.

Mr. A., an agent formerly in service to our nation, has been off on a jaunt of some import and must rely on unstable land lines to get his telephonery through to Lim, my erstwhile fish chef and all-round bossy roommate.

Since it's unavoidable, let's see what Mr. A. is antsy about, shall we?

Some Washington Cats took vacation
to spread out across a great nation
they staged a town hall
but people would squall
which filled them with much trepidation.

Mr. A. Cat, Esq 8.23.09

photo of Roxy: i kant c u, can u c me?, by Maya.

'Political Cats of DC' take a holiday in rhyme

Well, I can hardly believe that my cat Lim won't let me sleep until I type this new limerick he received this evening from the elusive Mr. A. Cat.

It is a time-based limerick, I agree, with the reps gone home and senators remaining in town until late next week, but then they'll rush outta the city, too. Hope the American people give them fat earfuls while they're home or traveling about the mediocre to poor jobs they're doing on our behalf!

Billion-dollar bailouts for their rich banking buddies on Wall Street and to protect and boost their own bank stock portfolios? Why, shore!

Healthcare for all Americans? Now that would be way-y-y too costly!

Political cats of DC
have somewhere that they'd rather be
It's August they said
The District is dead
but look for me on your TV.


Mr. A. Cat, Esq. 8.2.09

(Well, Mr. A. has the right idea: it's just like a politician to grab his or her main chance - and the closest camera and mike for talking points spouting! - jc, your typist for the evening.)



Shh-h-h...news wumps out kitty, typist going to sleep now...