OK, dVersers, it is time to play. Play pat-a-cake with the cat. Draw chalk cartoons on the sidewalk. Flirt in your head with your fantasy lover. Be a Formula One race car driver. Go out and dance under the moon with the faeries. Choose any which way and have fun with it!
One of my favorite things to do when I was a kid was read and I loved The Cat in the Hat. I have written my fair share of fan-fiction and when I saw this prompt I thought it would work well.
The Cat Comes To Play
The Cat in the Hat took out his bag Something he took to the kids on the block The bag had some things like marbles and jacks, Barbies, and tickety-tockity clocks
He put on his dress up and offered the kids some jewels and some real fancy shoes He let them win games like chess and some cards Even though he himself hated to lose
He had many books that he wanted to read but he let the kids make up their mind if they wanted to sit and read just like him or hide in the places where he couldn’t find
The Cat in the Hat took the kids out to play and brought chalk and ropes they had to jump He thought that he’d win if he ran in the mud but they laughed when he slipped and fell on his rump.
When time came to stop because Mom would be home The Cat and the kids were so sad But The Cat told the kids that he’d be back again soon and what a great time he had had.
Once upon a time there was a sweet, kind, little worm He lived in the soft dirt, where he squiggled and he squirmed He found some long white roots, he found them growing in his path He pulled down the sweet fruit, he washed it clean in a cool bath He tasted the gold, round food, it tasted tangy but still nice He would use it in his cooking, he would use it as a spice The worm lived a long life in his deep, dark, frosty hole He always kept his golden onion safely cradled in a bowl.
Although she’s still available the details complicated too Her lasciviousness attitude left her lonely and quite blue A wasted portion of the tickets to attend shows she couldn’t bear because the seats couldn’t handle the size of her derriere. A large reduction in the pricing did nothing to ease her pain About her avid eating habits and all the weight she gained.
The allure of the water, so crystal clear and blue made my attempt at serenity actually come true I reacted with elation, no need to feign my glee The gauge of my happiness was easy for all to see With twilight awaiting, near the sea, a slab of glass I tried to interpret how time could go so fast For the beauty in front of me was way beyond delight Concluding my peaceful day before it came to night.
You live in a world where no Gods exist where fantasy’s real and wishes will die Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies. But how do you yield to a power so bold To lurch to the front of this crowd? Without leaving truths spun so even and fine yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud. Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door put the past far from that part of your mind Of course the best path to take this time ’round Verify any old clues you can easily find.
A sweet little chirp to say hello on a beautiful day near the sea A sweep of the waves wash worry away And let happiness build up inside me No hostile thoughts can tear at my mind For at the front of my mind love will be.
My actions seemed quite outrageous I suppose you’d call them daft to see my equine partner bard in a coat and hat The suit was made of armor A fetish I admit To see a horse so handsome Disposable’d never fit I swallowed any angst now to point out my big guy No cheater could they call me Only authentic did I buy He was the utmost handsome I really must admit But how can I clean real armor when it’s full of horse’s shit?
Limbs pruned from the large, green pine severed from the roots cut so deeply As if a door has shut out all light and an immanent cold settles All spatial reasoning gone rationed by the falling snow Any breath is a deviation from the warmth and beauty of spring’s sweet air and peaceful breeze
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