sweasel.com

So many goodies,
What’s Weasel to do with them?
Need a bigger house?

Across an ocean,
she hauled her precious treasures.
Now she calls it “stuff”.

Weasel’s possessions,
the Badger Manor overflows.
Where will this stuff fit?

Weekends haiku only?
I should spend more time at blog
To be in the loop

Haiku not required.
Mac has his obsessive traits.
You can ignore him.

In a cottage on an island
Sceptered Island, very soggy
Lives a weasel with a badger
And her boxes they are many
As the snowflakes on the tundra
Are the boxes of the Weasel
Filled with tchotchkes of great value
And the paper used for wrapping
Somehow changed by Ocean Crossing
Into Stuff of Less Importance
Strange the magic caused by moving
Wails of Weasel heard by minions
Instigating many haiku.

Oh my!
More boxes.
What is in them?
I’m too tired,
I’ll look tomorrow.

🙂

***fingers snapping***

very nice bad cat.

The Bad Cat Robot,
talent unsheathed and brandished,
draws admiring bow.

(blush, dig hole with foot) thanks, y’all. My one mutant ability is doggerel verse (usefulness in combat: -5). But–I can’t do haiku. So once Machinist granted permission I couldn’t resist. Weas, I didn’t know there was a Bugs version of Song of Hiawatha! Is this blog a veritable font of information or what ….

Gentle Weasel’s blog.
CPR dummies to Bugs,
ranges far afield.

Talented Robot,
creates clever imagery.
Many minions laugh!

Unfortunately,
old age limits memory.
Mac stuck with haiku.

The larger canvass,
of his mind, makes possible,
Robot’s poetry.

Gentle Stoat’s minions,
left to entertain themselves,
enjoy Bad Cat’s verse.

Animated Bugs,
leads to mischief on you tube.
What will she post next?

Oh, oh! Did bad Mac
Choke Weasel’s blog with haiku?
Is Mac in trouble?

Mac hopes he escapes
getting sucked up in vacuum,
like runny babbits!