Count Your Spoons

Count Your Spoons

We needed spoons
Old Mother Hubbard
and I
so we ransacked
that cupboard

The poor old dog
didn't stand
a chance- 
no gallivanting
up and down
and all around town
when you're counting spoons

Sport goes first
at a dozen spoons for a wig,
that jig
is too darned expensive

Housework,
at two spoons and a cake fork -
maybe not today
or tomorrow

Still, no worries
let's leave the tripe, and the pipe
it's hard to eat
when the cupboard is bare

Forget the wine
white or red
or standing on your head-
We're counting spoons

School,
work,
play
standing up,
taking a walk,
every luxury is
bartered away

Once you've
dragooned every spoon,
determination will get you to the day,
when there are only
three spoons left-

Begged,
Borrowed,
and Stolen.

A.J. Ponder 



Today's poem is brought to you in honour of the  Spoon Theory (http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/) Hope you enjoy.

A.J.

Spots of the Dog

There once was a dog

who slept on a bed of nails,

a messiah dog

if you will.

He preached to his choir

of bitches.  Of course

they were barking up

the wrong tree.

Their hackneyed messiah

howled to the moon,

and scratched himself.

A J Ponder

ok this one has been on hold for a very long time - because it's not exactly my style.  But what the heck - pretty busy at the moment gotta keep on moving - anyway I've got a wolf poem that's a bit complicated that I'm working on - so hopefully that will be ready by next week :)

Cheers people and for some great poetry both new and old don't forget to check out the Tuesday Hub
Also for a puzzle that's likely to turn your brain inside out  why not try "a little morsel of Immortality" by Zireaux

 A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores

Mel's View

Your poem sat
watching the world
under your window,
sitting on your sill
serene as spiced coffee,
scarf wrapped
round and about,
nothing poking out,
but scratching toes,
a cold nose,
and thump,
a tail.

A..J. Ponder - Amazon author page

I suspect this is Mel's and my little in joke - but sometimes it's the little things that count. Sometimes that's all we have, especially in times of upheaval or worry. So here's to all those people in Christchurch, we don't know what you are going through, but we've seen some of the devastation and our hearts go out to you.

Cheers, everybody.  Best wishes.