Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
Cammi - this one is for you....and it worked me pretty hard - lol
We were going to the concert, my cacti friends,
The Grand Canyon Suite, on opening night.
Since we were in evasion, (of vegetable persuasion),
We wore tuxes to diguise our spikes.
The concert was really quite lovely,
With its woodwind and drumstick notes.
We cacti were discrete in our loge seats,
Wrapped up in our long-tailed coats.
The sussurations of the woodwinds,
Lulled me into a mid-Winter sleep,
In which I slept, nearly dormant I bet,
Not realizing what was happening to me.
It seemed the sweet concert had ended,
And the other patrons had found their way out.
But I still drempt of being rainfall exempt,
And was mistaken for a penguin, no doubt.
It seems the vet had been tending a lioness,
I think Elsa was the name told me.
And the vet got upswept, tho musically inept,
And started humming the tune, "Born Free."
The vet must have thought I was sickly,
When I was brought in to be checked.
Because he looked at me, then said, "You'll be freed,"
And I was quickly rushed off to a jet.
Before I knew it, I was at a new concert,
With a lot of other patrons in tails.
An open-air event (they could've used a tent),
Because the ground was covered by something like hail.
The air conditioning was turned up to freezing,
The landscape was a cold, boring white.
I sat there in my tails, colder'n hell,
Thinking I'd only be there for the night.
But the concert never started its playing,
And the night was so dreadfully long.
My poor shrivelled roots, there in my boots,
Could no longer tap to the beat of a song.
And so while I sat there in the Antarctic,
I've had time to think, I confess.
The next time I sneak into the Grand Canyon Suite,
They'll see I'm a cacti with my strapless dress!