CHOCCO AND ICED CREAM

Chocco, brother kitten

Iced Cream, sister kitten

Brother and sister kittens

Together or alone

Their tales, they do roam

Kitten friends sharing chocolate sundaes

***

Round the village square they go

And Chocco take the lead

Iced Cream has wandered off again

And is nowhere to be seen

***

Is she in the bakery

Where the air smells so very sweet?

Or is she in the shoe shop

Buying mittens for her feet?

Maybe in the dress shop

Where her favourite ribbons are!

No … at last Chocco’s found her

Around the corner and up the stairs

Sitting pretty in Mr Whiskers’ milk bar

***

Why can’t they both just stay still

And on no more adventures go

For their owner just wants to place them together

And enjoy a chocolate swirl

TWO … LITTLE … KITTEN … ICE … CREAMS

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

images courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com

Amen … Let It Be

‘Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.  Praise ye the Lord.’

Psalm 150:6 KJV

Louis Whiskers McBear (A Children’s Poem)

Louie Louie Mackie Bear
Ran round and round the kitchen chair
Chased his whiskers for a dare
Louie Louie Mackie Bear

Couldn’t find his whiskers there
He’d searched here, there, everywhere
Oh! You’re so funny Louie Bear
Look in the mirror … just stop and stare

And there they were, a perfect pair
Of whiskers grey and groomed with care
There they were, all tickly and bare
For Louie is grey … grey is all he will wear

Yes, Louie Louie Mackie Bear
After running round and round the chair
Caught his whiskers and won the dare
Louie Louie Mackie Bear

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

What’s in the Box? (A Children’s Poem)

Caterpillar Joe and Snail-To-Go
Crept up the old wooden box
Strange sounds were coming from deep within
And something had tampered with the old-fashioned locks

Shush shush … shushed Joe
For Snail-To-Go was singing oh! so loudly
“We’re off to see who’s ahide-hide-hiding”
As his brave voice puffed up proudly

Up they went, Joe reached the top
‘Cause his little legs did carry …
Carry him so much faster than slimy snail
And suddenly out popped Larry

Oh deary me! he nearly lost his hold
For each little slippery foot did slip
But thankfully, snail’s shell broke his fall
And Larry Hopper took his arms in his grip

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

images courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com

Meeko Lee McFluff (A Children’s Poem)

When Meeky fell into the treacle jar
Dear Louie began to cry
He cried so much
His tears just stuck
Meekily Treakily, why oh why?

Don’t cry, don’t cry
Or else you’ll flood
This jar in which I’m jammed
Just find a rope or something like …
That bristly broom-broom over there

But Meekles, sobbed dear Louie Bear
That’s not a broom-broom-broom
If I use that, you’ll fall down flat
You’ll not only be in treacle; but a jam

Why! Why! Why!
The older cat spluttered out
Just grab it and then you’ll see

Well, okay then and off he went
To grab that bristly broom
And with both his paws
He pulled and pulled
Hang on
Hang on
Now Meeky’s nowhere to be seen!

Meekily, Meekily, Meekily Moo
Where are you … Meekily Moo?
Through sobs of meows he cried
But all he saw were toffee-coloured bubbles
Rising from the top of the treacle
More, more, more, more, more

Oh No! He’d told him … He’d told him
That the broom was not a broomy-broom-broom
Surely, surely Meeky should have known
That as he picked the broom-broom up
Dear Meeky … Well, he would just disappear
‘Cause that broom-broom, it was attached
With such a furry, furry match … His tail was what it was!
And now Meeky’s fat, very fluffy-wuffy tail
Had turned out so very, very yukky

Oh! There he is at last, at last
With a look of sticky glee
With his funny, now flat face he’d pushed
Through the bubbles he’d broken
Broken and pushed
Found his way to the side
And climbed out onto bestest friend Louie

Yikkity Yikkity Yuk Yuk Yuk
And now they’re both waddling like a duck

© 2013 – current Liana Wendy Howarth

Marsha Mallow Goes Dancing (A Children’s Poem)

Pink and white
Shimmering delight
Twirling round
She waits for the sound

Marsha Dee, well she loves dancing
Wobbling here and there a-prancing
But sliding across the wooden floor
She slid too fast and flew out the door

Woopsy woops … she’s back again
And her frosty dress now has a stain
‘cause flying past the grasses green
Who did she see; but a doggy so mean

Woofity woof. Yum. You’re all mine
Yapped the neighbour’s dog; but he did whine
‘cause Marsha Dee, she spun around
And waltzed her way onto safer ground

Flummeries and wummeries, dog’s now gone
What a shame that the song’s nearly done
But here comes another, fast and strong
And there goes Marsha Dee Mallow, a-mallowing along

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

image courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com

StrawBerry and Cream (A Children’s Poem)

TortoiseShell delight
Broke into a fight
With his neighbourhood friend in the woods
Leapt up a great height
Used all of his might
In front of StrawBerry and Cream

Now StrawBerry and Cream
Were a cat lover’s dream
And TortyShell knew this all too well
Turned with a smile
And showing whiskers a mile
Invited them home for tea

Purrfect dainties he did serve
Pickled salmon for hors d’oeuvres
Layered cupcakes and meaty pies he did make
All purrfectly placed
On purrty tablecloth with lace
TortoiseShelly, friends StrawBerry and Cream

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

image courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com

Cat Lost, Cat Found (A Children’s Poem)

The cat sat on the window sill
That cold, cold winter night
And the flames threw orange sparkles forth
As she silently withdrew from sight

Her purring had held pure happiness
When home at last she saw
The poor, poor bundle of furry joy
Four days gone … four paws were sore

Lost in the blizzard of untold snow
Trees trapped in white-washed lanes
Her way misplaced and so forgotten
She’d sheltered in downtown drains

But then one bleary, bleakest eve
The air it cleared in the softest way
She smelt the loving aromas of home-baked stew
Wafting through a chimney nearby … I say

‘That’s my home …
The one with the bright red door’
And shivering, shaking … (thin icicles for whiskers)
She tapped on the pane once more

Warm air it invited, as the flames edged out
The red barrier at last was down
Someone had amazingly seen her shadow
Caught for a moment, clothed in frozen gown

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

photo courtesy of http://www.all-free-download.com

Pickles and Ginger

Pickleton and Ginger Lee
Raced round and round
Until they found
Upon the ground
The branches low
A way to go
Above below
Away from Brampton SuperDog
For he did chase
To win the race
Around the base
Of Crispy backyard apple tree
Up and up the bough, it shook
Ginger cried … Don’t be a sook
We’re safe at last, do stop and look
And SuperDog’s tail
Was wag, a-wagging as he howled an awful wail
His lead had caught upon a rail
… and now both kitties could safely bail

Meow – Me – Me .. ow – ow – ow

Woof! Woof!

                    

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

images courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com

Mitten the Kitten – A Poem for Children

Mitten the kitten,
Was alone and sad,
For her good friend Loopy,
Had been very bad.

Loopy had broken,
Mrs Pottimer’s vase,
The one with the flowers,
Right next to the jars.

So Mrs Pottimer,
She did take,
Him straight to the vet
For his mistake.

Please Mr Vetman,
Can you find,
A new home for Loopy Lou doggy,
He’s one of a kind.

Then Loopy did whimper,
When he heard of this plan,
What could I have done?
I just don’t understand.

Suddenly Mitten the kitten,
Came screeching right in,
Into the vet,
With a terrible din.

She grabbed the dog collar,
And away they both ran,
The dog and the cat,
And just missed a van.

A van with vases,
On the side of the door,
Would you like to buy one?
This one? Or inside, there’s more.

Mitten and Loopy couldn’t believe,
They weren’t chased,
And now they can stay together,
Because the vase is replaced.

in “Fragrance from the Spring”

images courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com