Small Lady in the Valley
There was this small lady who lived in the valley
She was so very small they called her "you down there"
Her bed was very short though she needed not more
Pippie, her miniature poodle slept there as well
One day she met this man, further down the valley
he lived. A crooked man by all means, he was bent
You would say he was bent from his elbows to his toes
Our Lady thought him weird, queer man if ever was
The two began to meld, Pippie took to him not
Then came the day he moved in with our small lady.
And her dog. Pippie was moved to the closet, banned
The bed, room for one, Our Lady, to the closet
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Photos Copyright 2016 and 2011 and Poem Copyright 2016, © Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- Bottom photo (2011) -- [large picture] [super sized] If you like art then go to Europe. We found this Cézanne original in the Lautrec Museum in Albi, France. It is by Paul Cézanne (1839 to 1906) and yes, he was pretty quirky. (For more of our trek to the Albi click here.)(Cézanne Wikipedia link)
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Today I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at her post in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform .
[http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/the-tuesday-platform_25.html ]
The painting is perfect for your quirky poem! How fun to visit your poetry blog again.
ReplyDeleteI like this idea of matching a poem to a painting. Clever.
ReplyDeletePoor puppy is demoted to second-best! Boo.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this quirky tale.. I feel a bit sorry for Pippie.
ReplyDeleteAw! Poor Pippie!
ReplyDeleteAwwwww....poor Pippie! Beautiful painting! :)
ReplyDeleteA cute recounting of this sad tale. (But it almost serves her right – never meld with someone the pets don't like!)
ReplyDeletePippie needs classes in assertiveness.
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