Thursday Inspiration: Cold

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Jim is the host and gave us this picture and the word, cold. Here goes…

Poor, cold cat (Cat in the Hat fan fiction)

And now he was back. The Cat in the Hat
And even though cold, he ne’r worried bought that
He worried ‘bout green cheese and even green eggs
He worried ‘bout spiders and all of their legs
He came well prepared, that Cat in the Hat
He came with some bug spray and his big baseball bat
He told the kids stories that his pop told him
Even ‘bout working, which sometimes were grim
But he smiled and nodded to keep the mood light
Or else these two kids would end up in a fight
Then mom would be mad that the Cat came to call
She’d make him leave quick with his stories and all
She’d make him run far and tell him not to come back
‘Cause common sense manners their mom did not lack
She’d tell him to stay away far from her house
“I’ll call the police! You dirty old louse!”
So the cat kept on walking, even now in the snow
‘Cause home was the only place he knew to go. 

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Thursday Inspiration #148 Looks Like We Made It

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Respond to this challenge, by either by using the prompt word made, or going with the above picture, or by means of the song ‘Looks Like We Made It’, or by going with another song by Barry Manilow, or anything else that you think fits.

I had never heard this song before but I thought it was pretty good…

“American Made”

It ain’t the money
It ain’t the fame
It’s a couple hundred folks like me out there
Screaming my last name
It ain’t the record sales
It’s my voice in the whipper wheels
200 years down a long dirt road
Where there used to be a moonshine still

American made
Professional grade
Yeah I’m built Ford tough
Ain’t much shit I can’t take
I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents
Getting covered in mud every damn weekend
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made

Red bone on the porch
Shotgun on the floor
With the safety turned off
And a lock screen door
You don’t wanna come
Snooping around my place
In the middle of nowhere surrounded by
Good ole boys in 4 wheel drives
That get down and dirty
But still sing Amazing Grace

American made
Professional grade
Yeah I’m built Ford tough
Ain’t much shit I can’t take
I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents
Getting covered in mud every damn weekend
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made

Flag pole in the front yard flies with pride
Of the freedom of the place where I reside
And I clean up nice for church
Every Sunday
And we drop at half mass and bow our heads
For the good ones gone ’cause we all bleed red
When it’s said and done I’ll be in Heaven
Fishing up in the shade

American made
Professional grade
Yeah I’m built Ford tough
Ain’t much shit I can’t take
I got scars on my skin like my Chevy has dents
Getting covered in mud every damn weekend
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made
I’m 10 foot tall
And American made