Poo

Do you see these two?

With eyes that glow in the dark

do not be fooled

they are not as cute as you think they are.

Do you smell the poo?

Well can you?

Who would ever guess

in a million years

that something so small

so furry

would make that god awful stench?

They look at me and wait

knowing that I will gag upon my fate

with scoop in hand

and mask upon my face

I excavate the offending poop

while they wait.

 

 

Mama’s Mafia

Photo by Bruce Dixon on Unsplash

Dumbass.
Door knob.
Dickhead.
Douchebag.
Dork.
And yes they know it means whale penis.
These are the names
the insults
my girls have given to you.
They dislike you.
They would bury you
up to your neck
at low tide
where the sand crabs can get you.
Pinch your nose
your lips
your cheeks
watch as the surf rolled in
covering your face.
They really really don’t like you
or how you treat this lass.
I have cried so many tears.
Wailed and gnashed my teeth.
Finally they were done
and decided that you need to learn
you cannot play with my heart
without raising the wrath of the mighty five.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
May 9/18