Animal Chow Design

The Sunday Scribblings prompt is Design.

For the interpretations from
participating bloggers click here.

ASSIGNMENT OF RESPONSIBILITY
FOR IMPLEMENTING
PEACE ON EARTHPeaceable Kingdom With Two Olives by Will Bullas (downloaded).
He sells prints of this painting

In the Peaceable Kingdom what will Lion do
lying with studied calm beside the Lamb?
Will he be satisfied with veggie stew?
Will he chow down on chunks of soybean Spam?

To Wolf, who snuggles with his erstwhile feed
what kind of kibble can substitute for Hare?
Although her friend, the Hawk, eats sunflower seed
will Mouse wax nervous at her hungry stare?

I contemplate this future state of grace,
this lion-by-lamb, eagle-by-chipmunk view,
this straight-from-heaven, love-each-other place:
Purina research staff, we count on you!

Phyllis Sterling Smith

Two Part(y) Limerick

Two Part(y) Limerick

A gal who seemed guileless and sweet
Was riled when faced with deceit.
"I thought he was Dem
But he's one of Them
Who steal from the man in the street!"

She shook her head sadly and sighed
"Can a leopard change spots?" she decried
"This guy is so stealthy -
Gives alms to the wealthy.
Can an elephant change its thick hide?!"

M is for Merry-Go-Round

ABC Wednesday round 8 has reached the halfway point with the letter M. Click on link or banner to find what participating bloggers have posted.

The Merry-Go-Round
at Tilden Park

Anna (at left) on Tilden Park Merry-Go-Round

The painted horses go round and around
To the lilt of steam organ’s old-fashioned sound.
Go up, go down, go round and around
The Merry-Go-Round goes round and around
The years go around and around.

The toddler rides with laughs of delight
With Daddy beside her to hold her tight
And the years go around, up day, down night
And the Merry-Go-Round goes around.

The ups are winning, no downs today
As teenagers come to the park to play
And the sun shines bright on the Merry-Go-Round
And the years go around and around.

When did the years start to spin so fast
And the feet slow down? But the memories last
Of child and child’s child, now outward bound
And the years go around and around.

Who would have thought that I’d need to cry
When the steed you rode on came bounding by
Without you on it, that years would fly
As the Merry-Go-Round spun around.

My husband, Otto, and our grandson, Dr. Byron Shock,
without the dignity which their respective PhDs might imply,
ride the Tilden Merry-Go-Round.

The painted horses go round and around
To the lilt of the steam organ’s old-fashioned sound
Go up, go down, go around and around
The Merry-Go-Round goes around
And the years go around and around.

April 14, 2011 Phyllis Sterling Smith