High-Purrring Purple

It was around midnight, and soon came Monday morning.

I didn’t care less if I get well-rested, not until I tossed and turn,

For hours it kept me waking, going…counting and continuing…

Scratching my skin furiously, ending up some really bad burn.

I was agitated…restless, and convincingly up for a bad mood,

My eyes squint to find time, then quickly closed as if in a hurry.

Realizing unconsciously, clearly I understood!

We were flocked by my worst enemy, oh yes, I needed to worry.

For them to suck blood and fill up their hungry, filthy body,

Yes, it’s the name of their game, though I needed to act instantly.

Those itchy sensation is totally absurd!

I’ve been scratching intensively for 5 hours, freaking madness you see,

Hitting and clapping both my hands wanting them to vanish into our world.

Oh those tiny, miserable mosquitoes, why are they created?

There purpose is irrelevant, quite questionable for me.

I don’t see them being useful, rather pest carriers,

Bacteria’s dwelling on them, ultimate infection, to the max infested!

Terrible, little flying machines, noisy as it can be,

The sound of well-asleep is disturbed, I am norturnally wasted!

‘Let there be lights!’  For I could no longer sleep,

Our body were filled with pinkish bumps, invitingly itchy.

It’s 5am, 1 hour before our alarm starts to beep,

My hubby went to the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee,

After drinking, he then showered full body.

It was a night of trauma, a day of pondering,

Will it ever strike again?  Oh please…not tonight!

I sprayed this unfriendly-insecticide, ewwwe…foul smelling,

Revenge is oh so sweet, yeah fight, fight, fight!

For I will not let YOU ruin our sleep,

For I will wear my pajamas up to my toes,

For I will not standby and let YOU creep,

For I will not let YOU live…YOU filthy, disgusting foes!

Fin

My Furry Little Friends

As I went to our pantry for some biscuits and tea,

He gushes through our chairs mighty swiftly.

I knew he was there, but it always surprises thee,

Then I started to caress his furry body

And it started to jump on my knee!

So he began to purr on me delicately,

Enticing me to pamper him unconsciously.

‘Come on Mrs. Felicity…give me something for my tummy’

That’s what I felt from my friend instantly.

But my mama blurted out to send him out of our house,

‘I couldn’t do that, he’s useful keeping track of the mouse’.

So when lunch and dinner are served on the table,

I made sure I reserved a handful of food attached with a label.

‘Don’t feed my cat with leftovers of meat and fish bone’s…

It might clog his little throat and moan of diff. tones’.

‘Oh you stupid sister of mine as my brother heard what I said’,

Don’t you realize he’s a cat and not a baby who needs to be fed!

I see your point, but what the heck, whose feeding him anyway but me,

So you furry little friend of mine…Don’t worry, you’ll see.

I own you now and held up to my responsibility,

To prepare your meal first, even if mine is secondary.

I don’t care less if anyone is irritated at me,

‘Coz I’m quite happy, seeing you tickles my heart with glee,

So don’t you dare ask me to get rid of him for I will not agree.

For my furry little friend is my little white tiger…cute, cuddly, but kind a dirty.

HeeHeeHee… the end.

My Doggy, One Two, Three!

A dog named ‘Buret’ by my husband whose pet is tamed and refined,

I saw her first when I arrived at their house way back 5yrs. behind.

She’s a caring mother of, I believed 6, but two have died,

But nevertheless she’s the family dog with spunk and a tenacious drive.

They love her so much for she’s a well-mannered lass.

The kind you would enjoy being around no matter how long it would last.

She has been the ‘watch dog’, the barker, the entertainer, the friend we could rely on,

11 yrs. of service full of love and loyalty was spent from the time she was born.

Having ‘Ara’, ‘Kikay’, ‘Maui’ ‘Shawi’, and her latest little ‘Prince’ as her babies

You wouldn’t believe there’s this one they named ‘Tikol’, all of them Buret’s puppies.

Companion with a heart and mind, she’s truly one of a kind,

Hey wait…I saw her last night with someone she might definitely like.

A black askal as what they say, she might be pregnant again for the 7^th time,

Oh she’s a one hot mama, a vamp at night, you’ll never suspect she committed a crime.

But we can’t stop her from doing so, after all…she’s still fertile

And ready to give birth this time of the year.

To My Diego…i haven’t finished my poem pa for you eh, soweee = )

( Next to be cont.)