Leo                                                            Lissie

(Leo)
Not much of a barker
I don’t like to yap
you’ll see my tail wagging
when I’ve had a nap.

Oh, give me a minute
I just need to rest
if you want to see me
looking my best.

When it’s dinner time
please just pat my head
and in forty winks
I’ll be out of my bed.

(Lissie)
You won’t catch me
lying snug in my bed
when there’s a good chance
of me getting fed.

I’m older and wiser
of that there’s no doubt.
I don’t waste my time
in running about.

I’ll make an exception
when there’s food in my bowl
I’m first in the queue
cos that’s how I roll.

The photo and poem were prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, October 26th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com. Click the logo for more details.

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Photo and Poetry © Steve Lakey 2014

Hey, you there! Hear what I say!
I just can’t stand being sat all day.
Though the odd delay wouldn’t hurt a bit
They’ve made me look like a First Class twit.

The service on this train is poor
No steward’s entered through my door,
It’s the last time I will use a train
the standards have gone down the drain.

Sitting like a tailor’s dummy
I don’t intend to pay out money,
Until this carriage moves a mile
This whole trip has been just vile.

No more do I want to roam
I just want to get back home,
Even you would want to fidget
If you’d been left like a wax exhibit.

The photo was taken at the National Railway Museum, York, UK. I wondered what the ‘gentleman’ in the photo might be thinking…

The photo and poem were prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, October 19th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com. Click the logo for more details.

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Photo and Poetry © Steve Lakey 2014

When you get to my age
the years start to hurtle
I’m a giant tortoise
not a ninja turtle!

It’s time to embrace
nature’s given me a hint
that Life is a marathon,
there’s no need to sprint!

Don’t pass me by
without giving a wave
for all you know
I’ve one foot in the grave.

But don’t write me off
I’m not feeling down
won’t call it a day
’til I’m put underground.

Some call me a saint,
some say I’m a sinner
what matters to me
is I still get me dinner.

I don’t need a toast
so don’t raise your glass
shift out of my way
it’s time for lush grass!

This photo and poem are prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, October 12th 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com

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