Wordle 484

To participate go to: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/11/28/wordle-484/

The Cat Plays Teacher

The Cat in the Hat was a master of stories  
he knew what to tell the small kids.  
He talked of a wall taller than a great giant  
and how grownups just did what they did.  
 
The black of his fur was incredibly soft  
so the children would snuggle up close  
Holding a hand or maybe his tail  
Not knowing what it means to impose.  
 
The Cat didn’t care that the kids wanted cuddles  
as long as he sat ‘gainst the wall  
He had a long night and awfully long morning  
and didn’t want to risk that he’d fall.  
 
He thought he could buy some good silver tape  
and tape himself up straight and nice  
Then after he read a few stories to them  
would give them some valuable advice.  
 
He’d tell both the kids that they shouldn’t forget  
that bedtime is good for your brain  
and he’d throw in a reason or two, maybe three  
’bout how no sleep can make you insane.  
 
The Cat would continue to tell both the kids  
that a narrow path needs to expand  
and leading a search or archeology dig  
is like leading a great big brass band.  
 
He’d give them both tips that were equally good  
to impress both their parents with how  
He looked like a cat but was so super smart 
And that was the Cat’s cue to bow.  
 
He’d thank the small kids and both of their folks  
and leave without leaving a mess  
Dad would be getting his slippers and cozy bathrobe  
while Mom just stood in her dress. 

The kids said goodnight and said all their prayers 
to show their folks that they behaved 
Then they snuck to the window to make sure the cat 
turned around and remembered to wave.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

Tale Weaver – #303 – Confusion – November 26th

Confusion with the Cat: A Cat in the Hat FanFiction Tale

The Cat in the Hat knew nothing at all 

About raising kids, the big or the small 

The one thing he knew that he knew he’d get right 

Was to keep the kids busy from morning to night. 

He kept lots of tricks and toys up his sleeve 

He always made sure a clean house he did leave 

But the kids never knew when he was coming or going 

He’d come when the sun shone and with the wind blowing. 

The biggest confusion they had with the Cat 

Was they wondered what he kept up in his red and white hat. 

He said he had toys and fish and some games 

And animals and clowns and roasting marshmallow flames. 

But if he had all those things hidden way up inside 

Did he put them in there to keep private or hide? 

The kids knew the Cat would come back some new day 

With all of the things they needed to play.

©2020 CBialczak poetry

What do you see? # 57 November 23, 2020

To participate go to Sadje’s site: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/11/23/what-do-you-see-57-november-23-2020/

The Cat brings Cake

Today the Cat stopped by at noon 
he knew it was the day 
the children’re home and not at school 
they’d want to laugh and play. 

He thought he’d bring a tasty treat 
to start the day off right 
A cupcake full of sweet sugar 
He could eat in one big bite. 

The children were so happy when 
the Cat knocked on their door. 
They had their books and writing out 
laid all out on the floor. 

The Cat told them to clean it up 
today was a day for fun 
The children knew the cat was right 
In a minute they were done. 

They took a blanket off the bed 
and laid it out real straight. 
The three of them sat down right there 
The three of them just ate. 

When the food was good and gone 
the Cat he began to cry 
The kids were full and needing a nap 
They quickly said goodbye. 

As the Cat left there he said to them
“See you soon on another day!”
He said he’d come another time 
to have more fun and to play.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fanfiction

Wordle 479

deny, endure, trim, laugh, stretch, grand, dry, singular, triumph, wilt, crack, foil
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/10/25/wordle-479/

The Cat Wins Again

The Cat in the Hat could deny it no further  
the amount of action he endured had to stop  
 
He tried to trim time to save kids from boredom  
He’d laughed and stretched out like an old, musty mop.  
 
In the grand scheme of things, the cat sounded right  
It was his dry sense of humor that children don’t get  
 
But they still loved the cat with his infamous tricks  
And upon a high pedestal that cat was soon set  
 
With each singular joke that the cat tried to play  
the children would crack at his jovial wit.  
 
The cat he did triumph the times that they played  
Along with this cat these children stayed fit.  
 
The parents would wilt at the sign of his coming  
and try to foil his full day of plans 
 
But the children were having too much fun now to stop  
Like playing a telephone with two empty cans.  

So they kept on and had fun despite parents fear 
The cat was just innocently being a sport 

The parents bowed their heads, knowing they lost 
and allowed him to stay without any retort.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Unorthodox: FOWC with Fandango

adjective. not conforming to rules, traditions, or modes of conduct, as of a doctrine, religion, or philosophy; not orthodox: an unorthodox ideology.
https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/14/fowc-with-fandango-unorthodox/

The Cat Learns a Lesson

The Cat in the Hat 
knew not what to do 
when the boy and the girl 
were busy in school. 

He tried to tell them 
to say they were sick 
They told him that was 
an old, useless trick. 

The Cat was so desperate 
to have them each day 
He really didn’t care 
‘bout his unorthodox way. 

The boy and the girl  
said they really must be 
in school every day 
not watching TV. 

They knew if they didn’t 
get an education 
their future was bland 
without a nice vacation. 

The Cat bowed his head 
‘cause he knew they were right 
He told them from now on 
He’d see them at night. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

Fit: FOWC with Fandango

For Fandango: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/11/fowc-with-fandango-fit/

The Cat’s New Game

The Cat in the Hat  
came back to the house  
He knew that the kids  
were with mom and her spouse.  
 
He took out his fist  
and knocked on the door  
The kids they were happy  
to see him once more  
 
He told them he wanted  
to play a new game  
he said he would tell them  
Choo Choo was the name.  
 
He said that the game  
was to work as a team  
to fit each together  
like a train full of steam  
 
Hold on to each other  
march along like a group  
walk in a circle  
make a big, giant loop  
 
Then make a loud noise  
like a whistle of steam  
isn’t this fun  
to work along as a team 
 
The Cat said goodbye 
when he cleaned up the toys 
Choo Choo was a great game 
even with the loud noise. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry Fan Fiction

Handle: RDP

For: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/10/05/rdp-monday-handle/

The Cat doesn’t stay

When the Cat came to visit, he didn’t feel good 
About all negative vibe. 

The Parents they smirked and turned right away 
said they’re “happy” to see him alive 

But the cat couldn’t handle all of the stress 
that came from the mom and the dad 

Freedom was never a choice for him 
it was always just something he had 

So he told both the kids it wasn’t a day 
that he could stay with them right now 

He gave them a wink and a tip of his hat 
then curtsied his own sort of bow 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Tale Weaver – #294 – Epic Fail – 24th September

This week consider the notion of an epic fail.

It can be a very subjective view, like a dinner that went wrong, a holiday that went pear shaped, anything that started off with the best of intentions and through various means failed to meet expectations.

For Michael: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/09/24/tale-weaver-294-epic-fail-24th-september/

Making Copies: Epic Fail…Back to work

Jillian grabbed her coat and gloves as she was heading out the front door. She had already put her briefcase and lunch in the car, got the car warmed up, and figured she was ready to go. Her article was going to hit the streets this week and she felt certain that this would be the breakthrough of her career. That was until her phone rang…. 

Hello? 

Jillian? 

Yes? 

This is Officer Bently from the Castlebury Police Department. Do you have any idea why I am calling? 

No, none at all. Is everything okay? 

Well, I hate to be the one who has to tell you this but your workplace, Staggler and Staggler, is gone. 

What do you mean my job is gone? 

Early this morning, about 2 am, the building exploded into a ball of flames. There is nothing left of the building. Luckily, no one was there at the time. Do you have any idea who would want to destroy this successful business?  

I don’t know what to say. I mean, who would want to do this sort of thing? Oh my God, what if I had left to go to work on time today? That could’ve been me.  

Well we think a fire may have started in the copy center. 

The copy center? Why the copy center? 

There was ink on all the debris. 

Oh, wow. I haven’t used the copy center in quite a while… (Crap, I set the machine to make 1000 copies of my article. It must have been too much and got the machine over heated. Now what will I do? That was my only copy! Back to being just the secretary) 

Thank you for your help and Jillian, if you  can think of any reason for the copy center to have started this fire could you please contact my precinct immediately. 

Sure, no problem.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

It comes in nines!

This is written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/15/poetics-9-across-for-a-count-down/

  1. From prompt #2 – from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September

It seems as though you are still summer 
Even with the sun laying low 
when the crisp air is blowing 
and the leaves start to turn 
but a warm breeze blows 
to remind us 
that summer 
is not 
gone. 

2. From prompt #2 – from W.S. Merwin’s “To the Light of September

Broken shadows across the cracked ground 
A hawk flies to find its next meal 
The ground holds the warmth for us 
Keeping warm means holding 
Hold one another 
And don’t let go 
Shadows  
move. 

3. For prompt #1 – Dorothy Lawrenson “September

Summer breezes cease to blow and this 
Is the end of the golden sun’s warmth 
Leaving a slight chill in the air 
Too warm for staying in 
Exchanging flip flops for sneakers 
Its laces stiff from last year’s run 
Gold hues settle along the horizon 
For all we know we are still amazed 
Brass shines brightly in the sun. 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Proud: Your Daily Word Prompt

Written for: http://dailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/09/14/your-daily-word-prompt-proud-ydwordprompt-september-14-2020/

The Proud Cat

The cat in the hat 

Looked right at himself 

saw what he liked

Proud of his pic on the shelf 

He wanted the children 

To feel his way too 

He knew that he’d get it 

He’d make them brand new 

He started with babies 

And the diapers they wear 

He wanted them pretty 

On their babes’ derriere. 

He went on to toddlers 

Who toddle around 

He told them to giggle 

He just loved the sound 

He looked at the boys 

And he told everyone 

That they were so handsome 

With that he was done. 

The girls he just smiled 

For their beauty was there 

The cat told them never 

Settle for less than their share. 

The parents they loved him 

That cat in the hat 

They loved his whole message 

And encouraged him that.

©2020 CBialczak Fan Fiction