Purple Apples and the Clumsy Oaf

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Purple Apples

Today I want a purple apple
With blued and golden leaves
No green or red or yellowed brown
Those lot are my pet peeves!
Want it washed in river water
Want it cubed and not diced
Kept undisturbed, and not plucked
Neither skinned nor sliced
Hanging from a freight air liner
Delivered by stork
Male or female doesn’t matter
With its special spork.
So that apple will be dinner
For which my heart will sing
Otherwise, I’ll have to stew
Pink cabbages and kings!

© CM
17.10.2012

Hey everyone!

An odd but fitting poem for what is quickly shaping into an odd day. If I’m to believe Due Date, things can only go uphill, but erm, I’m a little sceptical.. o_O

Got up early ish with a smile on my face and a short lived spring in my steps. Step. Singular. The first bouncy step off the pillows landed me feet first into the kids’ bowls of milk and cat food, suspiciously, booby trappishly, next to the bed.

Mopped up the crazy spill, took three wiping sessions to clear it up. Was getting up when I hit my back nice and hard on the corner of my study table. Yep. Ouch. Very.

Proceeded to do the Kangaroo Dance of Agony into the living room, simultaneously screaming in pain and laughing at the absurdity of it all. The cats watched half detached, half bemused, and the new addition to the house, Le Pigeon, started hopping around in alarm as well.

Sympathy? Nah. Le sister found it appropriate to remark that I wasn’t going to get married any time soon. Clearly I’ve yet to make it to my teens.

Ah well. There’s still morning coffee and muffins to look forward to. 😦

Cheers to you all!

Cookie ❤

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14 thoughts on “Purple Apples and the Clumsy Oaf

  1. Sahm King says:

    Reblogged this on The Arkside of Thought and commented:
    Purple Apples, anyone? Well, if this doesn’t put a smile on your face, you’re doomed. >:D

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  2. Sahm King says:

    The poem is AWESOME! But I find I’m enamored with your description of the cats. Wondering if this means I’m becoming a crazy cat person? All jokes aside, I hope your day goes a lot…smoother. Your poem went pretty smoothly, it seems. 🙂 Great start, I’d say. Be well, Cookie Monstah!

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    • Hehehe thanks Sahm, I really hope so!! I’d planned a lot of work today, and I hope this Red Bull in a china shop effect wears off soon.. =(

      The funny thing is that I was just thinking of putting up a new category, to write about my Animal adventures. There’s bazillions of them, and all bizarre. A lot about cats too! I wonder, is this synchronicity of thought a nudge in the yes-yes-do-it direction? Lol, bears more thought. =P

      Thanks so much for the re-blog, mate! Have a great day! =)

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  3. Madsies says:

    Awwwww LOL! Oh Lol Lol Lol!
    Lol Again! Darkly Funny things happening eh?! Take Care LOL!
    The Poem is Delightful! ❤
    Ah and look at that picture, Irresistible! I WANTS A PURPLE APPLE NOW !!!!!

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  4. PapaBear says:

    …and who might have put the cat’s bowls so close to the bed??? Sympathy from a cat ????? Are you crazy? The poem was a fun read, Cookie. Smiles all the way through it…, and then I hit the story of your morning – Ha!!! 🙂
    Paul

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  5. Sand says:

    What a fun poem. It has a smooth roll but it definitely rocks. And Ooch. So sorry to hear about your back. I have days like that and they always seem to happen when I’m in a hurry. You might need to switch to a ROUND study table. (And get some surveillance cameras. I think your cats are plotting while you sleep.)

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