Tag Archives: Poem

Update on my condition

Papa’s Instructions Pome

Children of ours,  it’s your time to play

So listen closely to what I say

To your DNA you must stay true

Here’s exactly what you are to do:

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Mama Cold, Papa Cold and their 3 virus babies 

Baby 1

Dump buckets of muck

up judy’s nose

Make sure you duck

before she blows

Baby 2 

Bang on her brain

whistle in her ears

like a choo choo train

til she bursts into tears.

Baby 3

Pound on her head

jump on her chest

all night long in bed

so she gets no rest

Children, it’s now up to you

judy is yours to do

Cuz Mama is weary 

teaching how-to

 with no app or Siri.

And your papa is tiring

 of non-stop siring

It’s Mom & me off to find a new home

Hallelujah! you’re on your own

Practice what we’ve taught

drive judy crazy, make her lazy

don’t give it an afterthought

Spend all your time

making her go outa her mind

The Queen and me

I admit I’m obsessive about steering clear of people who are sick.  I’ve been “known” to remove my groceries off the counter and go to another check-out if I see a clerk sniffing or coughing.  With fibromyalgia everything lasts longer and is more severe so I go to great lengths to avoid people who even appear to be sick.

My husband caught a cold 2 weeks ago and I’ve assiduously washed everything down – counters, door knobs, light switches and my husband – with disinfectant. 

Turns out I was disinfecting the wrong person.

I woke up yesterday with a scratchy throat, a headache and feeling even less chipper than I usually feel in the morning.

The Queen gave me a cold

How do I know, how am I told?

This cold is a dignified one

no snorting, sniffling nor dripping a ton 

My makeups impeccable, not a hair undone

Despite a sore throat and my throbbing head

staying all day, aching in bed

I shan’t complain

For how often does one contract

 a ROYAL pain.

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Queen is feeling better, says Princess Anne

“But at 90 . . . she is exercising caution as she recovers from a heavy cold which she’s had for at least 12 days, (12 DAYS!!!! ) and which is bound to have left her feeling pretty miserable. (tell me about it).”

“She hasn’t yet had an opportunity to go outside and explore her 20,000 acre private Norfolk estate. (So true, so true)”

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN . . . and me too!

P.S. Wash your hands after reading this post – I’m contagious . . .

 

Why Santa never gets caught

How Do Reindeer Fly?

Doodlewash is a blog I follow – both for Charlie O’s great water-colors but even more for his wonderful stories and descriptions about each drawing.

Today’s Doodlewash post inspired my pome.

Water-color by Charlie O'Shields
Water-color by Charlie O’Shields

Pome by judy

No one catches Santa on the roof

or in the snow sees prints

of tiny reindeer hoof

for Santa’s no bigger than a fly

and reindeer all the size of ants

ferry him through the Christmas sky

I don’t think it silly at all

to imagine reindeer quite so small

and know 

how Santa slides down chimney flues

with nary much soot on his beard or shoes

So make your cookies the size of peas

and leave the milk in a thimble please

Limit the weight of gifts and such

to crush an ant

 it doesn’t take much

   *     *    *

To read Charlie O’s inspiring story click here:

How Do Reindeer Fly?

Children’s Pome for Adults – the REAL night before Christmas

Dear human-beings,

Besides being soft and cuddly a mission of mine is to bring poetry to the masses, of which you are some.   And I am here to bring you the truth . . . even though it might hurt.

Santa was frantic at the North Pole

Finances in the red, he was in the hole

Mrs Claus couldn’t afford sugar

For her cookies sublime

Dear old hubby didn’t have a dime

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North Pole employment had exploded

and Santa’s credit had eroded

He’d spent his last cent on black Friday deals

and turkey with the trimmings for thanksgiving meals

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The night before Christmas he no longer had clout

When all the elves threatened a walk-out

Elf-union held all the chips

As evidenced by the grin on all the elf lips

For every elf in all the land

Had won a pay deal without tipping their hand:

Double pay all December

a free thanksgiving meal in November

Finally fringe benefits for elves was real

For Santa and the Mrs, there was no appeal

Santa had bitten his nails to the quick

Both right and left eyes developed a tic

All Santa could do was self medicate

So he stuffed his mouth from the cookie plate santa-claus-being-drunk-holding-beer-33377069

And downed all the rum from a hot toddy cup

his blood pressure sky-high, went up and up

His big fat belly shook like a bowl full of lead

While visions of bankruptcy danced in his head

So all you children and adults too

Have compassion and learn to make due  

STOP asking for presents and things you don’t need

YOU must now take heed.

It’s no time for greed

If you want Santa another Christmas to live

to every red-kettle-bell-ringer

Dig in your pocket and GIVE.

Poetically yours,

Freddie Parker Westerfield

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Author
Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Author

Laughter is the best medicine

The weather is changing

my body rearranging

Help! I’m in a fibro flare

Everything hurts

including my hair.

Sharon Bonin Pratt is a writer, an artist and a dear friend.  I think she also is psychic.  I’ve been not feeling great and the subject of her last post was just what I needed.  AND it’s dedicated to ME!!!!  What an honor!

Shari inspired me to look for a smile (SEE THE VIDEO).  

Here’s a sample from Sharon Bonin Pratt’s Ink Flare:

“Who can laugh without relaxing? Isn’t that why some of us (not me of course, and certainly not you, but other unnamed folks) pee their pants when laughing raucously? Losing all control is not a bad thing, even if you must change your whitie-dities, because when you’re having that much fun – who cares about all the rest? Oh, and it’s contagious! In a good way, not like the flu, but like having enough cup cakes for everyone in the world. So now I not only feel good inside my own world weary bod – I feel good because everyone around me also feels good. Motto for today: Spread cheer – laugh out loud.”

Read her entire post –  Sharon Bonin Pratt’s Ink Flare

A prayer, a plea and a promise

May heavenly rain

water the hearts of mankind

with loving-kindness

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Flotsam of our past

it’s water under the bridge

Wave from river banks

*     *     *

Washed away through tears

Cleansed through the sweat of our brow

human suffering

*     *     * 

Haiku Horizons - prompt WATER
Haiku Horizons – prompt WATER

Freddie Parker, Poet* – This will make you weep

“Weep”, sing it out now

like a song bird with a lisp

thweep, thweep, thweep, thweep, thweep

"Gotta admit . . . that boy has a way with words."
“Gotta admit . . . that boy has a way with words.”

Say it five times fast

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Very weird word weep

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Pulblished Poet

Thanks for reading! Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Poet

*One who is especially gifted in the perception and expression of the beautiful or lyrical

The Free Dictionary

Haiku Horizons - prompt WEEP
Haiku Horizons – prompt WEEP

I am Woman, Hear Me Roar . . .

(inspired by and with apology to Helen Reddy)

I resist the urge to yell at you

Perhaps instead a well placed pout

or conjure up a tear or two

It never helps to ream you out.

I’ve learned it takes less energy

to always smile, no need to taunt

to get exactly what I want

International Woman’s Day

A Cautionary Tale – Pome

Boogie while you’re young

Pierce your tongue

Dye your hair green

Eat fat, not the lean

Don’t give a lick what makes you tick

Eat, drink and be merry

because if you tarry

you’ll soon be too old

all covered with mold

And have to scrap it off with a stick

First time she's made any sense . . .
First time she’s made any sense . . .

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My unedited brain-dump – read at your own risk

You may know it as stream-of-consciousness, non-stop writing, free writing – all the same names for what amounts to writing with no thought to spelling punctuation, whether it makes sense or not. Just write. I call it brain-dump. 

It’s a writing technique used for warm-up, breaking into writer’s block or uncovering unconscious process. In the journal class today we were given the prompt “We do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand” (C.Day Lewis).

I typed out my journal page (I hope you appreciate the lengths I go to for you my readers!) to show you an unedited glimpse into what a sample of free-writing looks like. 

But first!!! here’s the ditty that came out of my free-write:

My tiny trains of thought

chugging uphill

Hopefully if I run out of steam

I will stay on track

I think I can I think I can I think I can.

The flower is from the napkin I had for cookie refreshments in class
Actual journal page. (The flower is from the napkin I had for cookie refreshments)

“Who on earth really understands us we are understood by others only in reference to how the other perceives their own world thru their own lens which always clouded just like the mist that clouds the sky this morning I’m obscured obscured and I obscure how I see what I see through a clouded lens of my feelings and perceiving the cloud it’s hard to know what is real and what not obscured vision filter it thru a mist as if I see with the brightness I don’t know my reference my experience no one can ever know They think they know I think I know yet my senses are bound up in my brain scattering thoughts confused thinking between the past and present in the obscurity of the future I meant to write obscurity of the present, interesting slip of the pen in the scattering of thinking on paper no one knows what this means I don’t know what this means how am I suppose to know how am I suppose to understand what can’t be understood it’s safe to say no matter what I write no one will understand NOT EVEN ME how can we pretend to know much less pretend to understand always curious wanting to understand wanting to know it’s as if a long train pulled by a locomotive is coming can’t see the end if I’m at the beginning can’t see the beginning if I’m at the end and in the middle of it all are cars filled with the unknown going up a hill like the Little Engine that Could try to reach the top of the knowing to see other to the other side where it’s just a glide, just a downhill run where the brakes need to be applied not the foot on the throttle if a train has a throttle I think I can I think I can I think I can”.

Counting up to 70 – “Up a Tree”

“Ye are all leaves of one tree and the fruits of one branch.” Baha’i

As I “count up” to my 70th birthday” I think more and more about choice & inevitability,  and the wonder of the unknown.  When I received these pictures from my friend Sharon they struck me as reflecting the human condition . . . mine included. 

unnamed-11Tree, speak to me

of essence

Speak to me.

unnamed-10reaching ever reaching

for the Source

unnamed-9clinging to the sky

soaring from the earth

unnamed-8growing visible invisible patterns

in time and space

unnamed-7clinging tenaciously

clinging by my roots 

 to a passage yet unknown

Thanks Sharon for sharing!

Becca Givens posts pictures of  trees she photographs on her blog Sunday Trees.  Becca has much more discipline than I do as it is every Sunday!  Here’s some of her “trees” Sunday Trees 03Sunday Trees 08Sunday Trees 26 in the Mayan Ruins

 

 

Paying Lip Service for RUBY

Pucker up your lips

pucker up rooooooobe red lips 

to round out the sound

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Color-bound Ruby

yearning for green “compliment”

stuck in monochrome

Haiku Horizons - prompt RUBY
Haiku Horizons – prompt RUBY

GIVE me a break, it’s just haiku

Give, strange little word

neither melodic nor quaint

quixotic at best

 Give it to me now

give in, give out, so giving

Don’t ever give up

A give-or-take verb

Frankly I don’t give a darn

 a strange little word

I'm thinking about it . . .
“Give ME a break – Judy’s the one who’s strange . . .”
Haiku Horizons - prompt GIVE
Haiku Horizons – prompt GIVE

Am I Whining? you bet!

“Thou Shalt Not Whine”  is a hand embroidered sign in my office that was given to me by my good friend Sharon.

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I do try to live up to that motto but today I am whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiining.   I have a headache, my body aches all over, my feet are burning, my brain is fogged and the only energy I had was depleted by the effort it took me to get in bed and take a nap*.  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Woe is me! Oh! woe is me!

"I'm not lissssssstening"
“I’m not lissssssstening”

Like all (or many) of us living with chronic conditions the key is life-style management to keep the symptoms at a low simmer instead of a rolling boil.  In the last several decades I’ve perfected life-style management:

judy’s Life-Style Management 

Overdo it quick

take advantage of the lull

then crash, moan and groan.

Whimper quietly

when no one is listening

It’s free therapy

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Did whining make me feel better?  Nope.  But it’s nice to know that even if I’m not feeling well

 my inner child is alive and kicking.

 *You don’t have to wash your hands after reading this post.  I’m not contagious.  It’s just fibromyalgia letting me know who’s in charge.

Healthy Chocolate Cake – 2 (or 3) ingredients!

My motto: Never, ever give up on healthy eating when it comes to chocolate!

Brownie mix and pumpkin . . .  well you’ll have to read my first attempt 3 ingredients to Eat Healthier and lose cravings . . .  not so delectable.  So back to Google and trying cake mix instead of brownie mix.  I also used an ORGANIC brand of pumpkin but the “batter” was so stiff I couldn’t stir it.  So I plopped in an ORGANIC egg . . .  and of course, flax-seed to make it a COMPLETE health food.

judy, judy pumpkin eater

won’t let one failure beat  her

Duncan Hines, it’s on sale

this time she can’t fail.

ALL organic
ALL organic ingredients

Now she’s got a plan

one egg, organic pumpkin in a can

350 degrees, let it bake

Voila! a chocolate cake

Health Food Chocolate Cake
Health Food Chocolate Cake with organic garnish

 

Hooked on Haiku & Love

July 4th

Independence Day

when hate and greed are banished

from land of plenty

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 Fireworks of mind

respect, compassion and love 

sparklers of the heart

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It’s freedom for all

when the world is lit in love

until then we pray

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Man’s Best Friend LimERICKs

LimERICK by Rick

Dogs are incredibly likeable creatures
with many commendable features.
They sniff and they lick
and rarely get sick
whether named Freddie or Duffy or Peaches.

(couldn’t find a name to rhyme with features)

Duffy, Ozzie and
Duffy, Ozzie . . .  and  . . .  Peaches?

*     *     *

LimeRick by Freddie

There once was a dog named Freddie

he sleeps a lot in his beddie

never wears clothes

checks you out with his nose

much more cuddly than any teddie

Freddie Parker Westerfield
Freddie Parker Westerfield

 

Sneak a Peak into my Journal

There once was  little weird fellow

who looked like he was quite mellow

but his teeth were sharp

always hitting the mark

drawing blood that was lemon yellow

A judy-journal page
A judy-journal page
"There she goes . . .again"
Blob the Blobfish: “There she goes . . .again”

When hungry he will quietly swallow..

Know, his belching won’t be shallow..

He’ll get himself well fed

What he eats is pretty red

Then why would his blood be yellow?

By Ramesh Sood

A Little More Than Ordinary

"Here he goes . . . again . .  Ramesh Sood
“Here he goes . . . again . .
Ramesh Sood

Sneak a Peek . . . into my mind

Murky recesses of my Mind

haiku & doodles too

Now you know what lurks

it’s always one-of-a-kind

deep inside my mind

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Doodles with one continuous line . . . or two . . . or three . . .

Hooked on Haiku & George Clooney

Rats! George Clooney is off the market!  I rarely write about celebrities but Clooney is an exception.  I was in love with him before he was famous.  He played detective James Falconer on the TV show Sisters in 1993. I didn’t have a clue who he was. I only watched the show to see him.

Unrequited love

messes around with the mind

not with the body

Clooney Rat
Clooney Rat

You’ll have to read my only other Clooney post: You Mean I Could Have George Clooney’s Baby (and a Hacked Haiku)

George Clooney and me

(Science or idle fancy?)

rat baby makes three!

 

 

Just Ducky!

There once was an unfortunate duck

 whose love life completely sucked 

his brown feet ignored

 leaving the ladies quite bored

He’s genetically out of luck

Unlucky Ducky
Unlucky Ducky

Why Do Ducks Have Orange Feet?

By Bjorn Carey

“. . .  for the ducks that do have orange feet, well, it’s all about attracting the ladies. Chicks dig orange.”

“Bright orange coloring suggests that a male duck, also known as a drake, is getting all his vitamins, particularly carotenoids, such as beta-carotene and vitamin A, antioxidants that can be beneficial to the immune system. “This indicates that his behaviors and genes are good enough for him to recognize and eat the right food, or that his immune system is strong enough to produce bright orange legs,” Omland says. “The female sees this as a very attractive trait to pass on to her offspring.”‘

“Omland’s work only looked at drakes’ bills, but he thinks there’s enough circumstantial evidence to say that ducks check out each other’s feet, too. “Blue-footed boobies have, obviously, very blue feet, and it’s very well documented that they use their feet in courtship and that females do care about the coloration of males’ feet,” Omland says. “Perhaps mallards, like the boobies, have a foot fetish.”‘

Don’t believe me??  Read it here: Why do ducks have orange feet?

Seven Deadly Sins – Hooked on Haiku

The eighth deadly sin:

Committing all the seven

in your own lifetime

A good friend, who shall remain nameless - this picture of her is definitely a sin.
A good friend, who shall remain nameless – this picture of her is definitely a sin.

Seven DEADLY sins?
it only takes one to die
you can take your pick

Haiku-Heights Prompt - SEVEN
Haiku-Heights
Prompt – SEVEN

A Freddie sorta limerick

I’m a little dog named Freddie 

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my coat is as soft as a teddy

so soothing  they say

you’ll pet me all day

and never find ever a flea

A limerick is a funny little poem containing five lines. It has a very distinctive rhythm and rhyme pattern of which that was not one. 

Ode to Tom (turkey that is) by Freddie

A Turkey’s Tail

by Freddie

A turkey named Tom lived on a farm

Portrait of Tom & organic Slug

His story is such, so they say

Waking at dawn

he’d peck at the lawn,

searching for bugs,

nibbling on slugs

of which he was particularly fond.

Then a Thanksgiving day, out of the blue

Gobbledy gobbledy gone.

So if  YOU took Tom from off his farm

in the middle of the night

please give him due thanks

for gracing your table.  (It’s  fitting and right).

And for all the bugs and many slugs

which make him an organic delight

Dear Human Beings,

  1. I am thankful that I was not born in places that eat dogs.
  2. I am thankful you are all my best friends and fans.

 

P.S.  I was told to tell you my Human wishes that you things to be grateful for in your life, like me for example.

How does your garden grow?

Good thing I’m not trying to make a living as a farmer.  So far the cauliflower is bitter, the broccoli is tough, the apples are  tasty but a bit mushy, the 6 berries died on the vine and word is still out on the 4 tomatoes which are green.  Stay posted for my next CROP.

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Mary, Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

with wedding bells and cockle shells

and pretty maids in a row.

Judy, Judy quite the foodie

How does your garden grow?

with broccoli plants and lots of ants

and snails in each row.

Sing a Song of Inspiration

Everyone knows that EXpirations – like sneezes – spread germs.  

Here’s an example of how INspirations are contagious.

Max and I just got back from our morning prayer walk.  I was singing to God while Max, well, Max was sniffing to the max.

A huge raven swooped by, landing just ahead on a light post.  It was sleek, shiny black and started calling loudly for other ravens to join him.  I wondered if that raven was the patriarch or just some young whippersnapper with a rousing call to action.

  • I wondered how you tell the age of a bird.  No tell-tail  (sorry couldn’t resist) age spots or wrinkles.
  • My mind flashed on a brilliant comment about God that Ramesh Sood had made – something about wrinkles – which I couldn’t precisely remember but I remember thinking, “How brilliant” at the time I read it.
  • When we got home I was inspired to re-read his comment and poem.
  • Ramesh was inspired to spontaneously write his poem in response to the post I wrote How to Appear Younger than You Are.
  • I was inspired to write that How to Appear Younger than You Are by that darling baby boy who came to visit me at my office.
  • And the baby was inspired by EVERYTHING!
“What an inspiring post this… yes, I have often prayed..May God never let my thoughts get wrinkled…May I continue to exude youthful energy and exuberance…And Judy, if one has to go by Photos on your page here..you don’t look 67..touch wood…let me try:”

A song waits to be written
And to be Sung
It’s so happy and joyous
To always stay young

Doesn’t matter if body belies
Let mind think fresh thoughts
Let heart with happier ones clung

 A song waits to be written
And to be sung

Be cheery always, have fun
Talk to Moon, stars and flowers
Taste the rising sun on your tongue
A song that waited to be written
I know you have just sung

Hey, stay happy and stay young..

“Judy this song didn’t exist just ten minutes back.. . . .that’s the power of inspiration.” Ramesh Sood, (author of Elephant & Ant, coming soon to a computer near you).  A Little More Than Ordinary.. 

INhale deeply where ever you are today.

I hope you catch an INspiration!

Elephant & Ant – Will the Real Eleph Please Stand Up!!!

Been working on some preliminary doodle-sketches for Ramesh’s Poem about the Love Affair Between an Elephant and an Ant.

Ramesh is so creative (and wonderfully quirky) to have dreamt up a relationship between such disparate souls!  But his charming haiku and poem about this unlikely pair captured my attention and my heart.

Here’s a sample of the poetry prelude to Elephant and ANT to whet your taste for more!

Elephant & Ant
by Ramesh Sood
A little More than Ordinary . . .
PreludeBefore Ant
 
Before marrying his Ant
Preliminary Sketch of Rattie!
Our dear hero Elephant
Had fallen for a Female Rat
Oh, don’t ask how could be that
 
Shocked to see the monolith
Rattie thought it really fit
to talk before taking the bait.
 
So happily she agreed for a date
 
 

What’s your vote? Should Elph be Green, Blue, Orange or . . . .?

http://rameshsood.blogspot.com/

“Passionate Nights of Love”


Passionate Nights of Love
Eating chocolate Dove
Pecan Pie, catches my eye
Ah, to be torn
tween cake and popcorn
just ravish them all
with a root beer float
then donuts pink
no need to think
no need to feel
it’s a feast, not a meal
 
Kisses from Hershey’s
brings me down to my knees
licking the bowl bottom
of cookie dough batter
spoonfuls of  flan
 right from the platter
nothing else matters
 
Night fades away
for PASSION by Day
It’s never too late
never too early
no need to wait
for the clock to chime
P.M. time
to make it all mine
and put on the weight
 
 
http://purpletreehouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/funny-bunny-fridays-week-2-sept-2-sept.html 

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/poetry-potluck-week-48-passionate.html
 
Now coming to Poetry Potluck theme of the week ““Passionate Nights of Love” Its about that time of our flowering in soul, where some times the passion takes hold and the thoughts in mind rage like wild fire. That one moment, when the soul takes over the body, to feel the lightness of its ‘being’ in the purity of sense, from the dark depths of its desires…. So friends, pen your words of passion, let your desires run loose and let your feelings drown the darkness of night, in your being ‘alive’ in passions of soul…. 

Pet Poets’ Prompts – Carry on Tuesday & Haiku Heights

Chase, http://www.love-life-project.com

Brown dog in the lake
Pushes the sky with his paws
The clouds float away

Haiku by Stephanie Lemieux

www.love-life-project.com


“Each week Carry On Tuesday (http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/)  will publish either a famous quotation or a line from a book, song or poem and invite you to Carry On where words stop. You may use some of the words or all of them either at the start of your piece or within the body of your work.”http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2011/07/05/my-candle-burns-at-both-ends/

“My candle burns at both ends”

I crave the taste

of human food my humans tend

I drool as I savor

the tasty flavor

then it’s out the other end.

by Max

Keeshonds are pretty
I don’t allow fleas on me
They are not allowed

Love Tootsie

 Maureen

http://theaddisongirl.wordpress.com/

http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com – which gives out word prompts for haikus.

Here’s Max’s Haiku at the new haiku prompt “INFATUATION”

Infatuation

No one can resist my kiss

Bragging, wagging Max