Teddy Bears & Cake

Chocolate Cake Day

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The big sweet day was yesterday,

It was yummy chocolate cake day.

I ate and ate my chocolate cake,

Ate so much I couldn’t stay awake.

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My teddy bears had joined me too,

They ate even more then I ever could do.

One had growled and licked his chops,

The other yawned and down he dropped.

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The big big bear into the woods did stray.

I’m finished I’m full and now I have to say,

There is nothing better in life I swear,

Then eating chocolate with your Teddy Bear.

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by Eileen

My Chocolate Blog ~ https://foreverchocolate.wordpress.com/

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NATIONAL CHOCOLATE CAKE DAY – JANUARY 27

NATIONAL TEDDY BEAR DAY – September 9

                                                                                           

I’m Only a Cat

• I’m only a cat,
  and I stay in my place…
  Up there on your chair,
  on your bed or your face!
• I’m only a cat,
  and I don’t finick much…
  I’m happy with cream
  and anchovies and such!
• I’m only a cat,
  and we’ll get along fine…
  As long as you know
  I’m not yours… you’re all mine!
• Author Unknown
• Found on artodyssey1.blogspot.com

The Tax Man

Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he’s fed.

Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.

Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for
peanuts anyway!

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.

Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his taxes.

Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won’t be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He’s good and sore.

Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he’s laid…

Put these words
Upon his tomb,
‘Taxes drove me
to my doom…’

When he’s gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.

Author ~ Not Found

Image:http://blog.propertyhawk.co.uk/2010/09/ten-tips-to-beat-taxman.html

The Early Days

 The Early Days of my poetry writing, kinda funny.

 

The Poems I Write ~ #1

 

The poems I write might make you ill.

My empty head they do fill.

Now and then I get one right.

And I cherish it with all my might.

 

Eileen 

 

The Poems I Write ~ #2

 

The poems I write might make you ill.

I do not use a pen or quill.

As you can see, I use a crayon.

And very little of my brain.

 

Eileen ~ 2010

My cup of coffee gets me up early.

 

My cup of coffee gets me up early,
I then can get you up early.