Beada Beada
The desert has no monopoly on mirages.
“Now, when it ends dripping, due to temperatures tipping
and winds begin whipping, soon senses commence dipping.
It’s Winters’ Wraith gripping, her froze hair nose nipping
and I think my brain’s slipping, ’cause there’s a catfish snow skipping!
He seems resolute but, I’m not absolute.
I see no hat, coat or boot, though boots would be moot.
Just a black and white suit below a weird whiskered snoot,
seems a quite affable brute with his cute, frugg n’ scoot, scoot.
My mind has lost me!…This fish cannot be!
For sure not in defrost, air land or even, sea!
Then his voice, tossed across; “Have you seen the other three?”
Now, I’m going to get sauced and it appears he’s coming with me!
I just don’t know what to say about this fish. I see your fish antics in all the foam.. Too many bubbles in white for me. It looks like the catfish gods visited and left a big fish with .. A WIDE GRIN? Thanks for the tour!
It’s not like I don’t have plenty to do, web bus, guide gigs, not to mention my zoo… some days i like just goofing off too, and spending a swim with some good friends, like you. Bubbles, muffin! Big, iridescent ones. What? Oh right! of course, SpLaSh! Grin n’ tail fin…>-=^;>
I liked what I wrote and the pictures
Many SpLaShEs! of kind thanks…>-=^;>
Should I be angry at the snow for freezing the lake and icy?
Should I be jealous because catfish chirps merrily in the anomaly?
Do I need to come in this cheerful party even though sauced late for you and me?
All right, I did come late though, you see
if I get arrived unconsciously
wake me later if fainted by ice frozen or because of your jokes of cracky!
The Winter takes lakes, the rivers and streams.
Turns any water to a slick icy gleam.
Winds whistle and sting, even icicles scream
but, when Spring awakes, Her waters she’ll redeem.
You fainted, face first in your ice cream, SpLaT!
Great grins, good brother…>-=^;>
Wise brother of nautical
knows that this old bird of tropical
merely idiotical
not even able to peck ice cream frontal
let alone to hello ice rulers with no bilabial!
Ha! Hoot! Great, green grins! I’m rolling! Ha!
Nope, I got nothin’. Just an overstretched face. ouch….sinking for recovery…hA!…bubbles
Is the fish completely recovered when reappears?
Going to get sauced. Your imagination is always such a treat!
You, again? Now I’m worried, try half the dose, dear. Grin. There’s six of with our imaginations going simultaneously, “I’,m not schizophrenic, we’re all really here. It’s called six-fish-o-nistic and synergistically dear. A kind of symbiotic relationship is clear, says the mind of this psychotic with fish oration in an ear. The din and the dolor, the depths do get scary, I went to the doctor with wishes she’d spare me, she said,” this is no case of tri-bi-polarity, all six of you fish have tail twists in hilarity”. I warned you. Thank you sweet swimmer.