Rosebud Kisses

Ahhh! Clean morning light! A new day! (a smile and a stretch) Huh? What's that beautiful sound? Oh, its little footsteps running! In they bound and up and down the bounce. A million yummy rosebud kisses for mummy!

My Master's Kitchen

 The place is jumpin' the spoons are dancin' with the forks again, the peas n cabbages are playing hide and seek never mind the teapot is puttin' on his high and mighty airs as usual all puffed up and shiny like a new coin 'n blowin' off steam cause somebody left the kitchen door open for the pig's .convienence. Dinner is in one hour and the cutlery is still up in arms about who stands where! oh dear! If Master only knew what goes on behind closed doors in his kitchen!

Big Cat Dominator

Without a sound Big Cat Dominator scaled and fused into the wall in order to escape his tormentor, Brutus. Brutus stood dumbfounded with tongue hanging out in exasperation. Big Cat Dominator was nowhere yet everywhere all around him. Brutus chased his tail to China. Dominator purred.

Matthew Perry

It Was Curtains for Me!

Patty Jeannette and Kevin

 A pin dropped and everyone heard. At that very moment of great suspense and anticipation just as the velvet curtains were about to open, POP! went the safety on my pantaloons! Consequently my dance, which was once manly and powerful, become comically foolish for I had to perform squatting to keep my pants on. Soon the "Squat Dance" became all the rage in the blue lounges of Moscow and London and in the speakeasies of Dixie.

Kevin 

Blue Pussy Cat

Yeah, he went walking late at night where he shouldn't have been walking, and yeah, he liked it.  He turned up the reeking alleyway into the black hole and came out with something foul in his mouth. So dead it was blue. Yeah, he liked it too. Dig the smile on that cat’s face. He is gone again, my blue pussy cat.

I Saw Red

My breath became shallow and rapid and my eyes watered and cried a river on account of you standing over the stove stirring hot spices frying in the wok. Sizzling hot spicy ones. Potent little seeds and atoms. Then you turned up the heat until it burned. Burning hot and spicy heat. Your bursting pods sprayed their shattered and stinging daggers and blurred my vision. I saw red. I was hot.

Crazy for Daisies

Nobody could see me, especially not the blue daisies upon which I was spying. Still as a stiff was I, high in my attic lair, only just ever so moving my ginger fingers to polish grubby spectacles, my binoculars, so I could view up close the weird animated flowers below. I needed to catch them at it, red-handed! So I quietly waited until the moon showed his bulbous head. There in the azure glow of the moon’s light I saw the blue daises stretching and warming up for their nightly dance of vine entwining, bud blooming and frenzied piston & stamen display spectacles of growth. Mesmerized in my  trance I watched until alas I was betrayed by sleep. When I awoke they were still and innocent looking flowers pretending to be normal. I shall spy again tonight from the safety of my attic lair.