More Rhymes by Me

I'm very important as you can see

Behind me you will see a tree

Beside me you will see Maggie

Olive's coat is very white

So you can see her at night

But you will not ever know

 where she is when it doth* snow

This is another pic of Maggie

Her coat is clean and not too shaggy

This is Flash who has nice feet

when I see him it is a treat

This is me at the butcher's door

He gives me chicken that I adore

Up upon the steps sits Big

For exercise he don't give a fig

This is me upon the rock

looking halfway up the block

This is me at home with snakey

He tastes like wool--I would prefer cakey

This is Charlotte that I love and it shows

Even though you can only see my nose

* poetic diction

That is quite enough poems for now

Love

 from

Buster

Happy Thanksgiving

ps from Elizabeth

Am loving Pamela Terry's beautiful book of essays From the House of Edward --based on Pamela's wonderful blog which I have followed for about six years. A wonderful Christmas present idea!

It is Cold and Sid wants to go Home

Thank you for all the comments saying you hope we are well. It is very kind of you.

It is not meant to snow so soon in the year,

but this is what the ground looked like this morning.

There was frost on the old pumpkin.

When we got to the park, Sid was looking glum.

He did not want to play with Big Oliver

or Big Oliver and Baxter

He asked his Mum to take him home.

Then he asked my Mum to take him home.

They tried to fob us off with cookies.

This is me.

Then we went home. Other than that, things are much

 better and the snow is going away.

Love

from

Buster

Not the Best Week by Buster

Me and my family are fine, in case you want to know. Henry and Gretchen have gone to their cousins. There are six children there. I am glad I am not there.

Me on Monday morning when it is still dark. I think a storm is coming.

so no one is around because they are waiting and waiting.

Then Mum and Dad said, "Let's go and look a the river."There was more water in it than usual.

This is one of my friends who was there too. He is saying hello to me.

Everyone was looking at the water.

Then I wanted to go home.

Then it rained and rained and rained and the wind blew a lot. Then the TV went off and the lights too.

Mum said, "You must be very brave, Buster and walk down the stairs in the dark." Mum said to Dad, "Should I wear my bike helmet?" I was brave on the stairs and Mum waved her iphone and it made a light. It is still the storm.

In the morning it was a mess.

Lots of trees had fallen down.

This is near my house on 24th St.

This is on 25th St.

Then we went in Roxy's lobby because Mum wanted to plug in her phone. Roxy has a 'generator' that makes electricity.

Then it was Halloween.

Dad is not pleased because he cannot watch "Trailer Park Boys".

This pictures is to scare you.

This is me watching Mum and Dad eat dinner.

When it is night time, instead of traffic lights, they wave sticks.

When I went to the dog park, there were a lot of leaves.

This is a notice I saw. I do not think it is funny.

These ladies asked my Mum if she needed dog food for me. She said, thank you, but we are OK.  If they had asked me, I would have said, "Thank you" and eaten it all.

I saw Massi on the street because they have now locked the dog park. Then the lights came on after 4 nights and I can go down stairs in the elevator.

A lot of clean up is still going on. Mum said not to look for rotting food.

This is me with my Dad today. That is what happened this week.

I hope your week was better.

Love

from

Buster

Nothing Much

In case you did not know, it is soon going to be Halloween, when you have to dress up, or else you don't. I do not much care either way. I think they are getting me a neck thing with bells on. It could be worse. 

photo by James Rubin

 This is me and Charlotte looking extra smart.

This is a picture of a picture in an old shop in England which is where Mum went. If it was a different color it could be me and one of my relatives. I was at home with Dad, so there was no one to help me with my verse. Just as well, you might be saying.

This is Tweed that is the very first dog Mum met in New York. This is her hoping for food.

This is Leroy that looks like a Fraggle.

This is me from the back cover of the book I haven't written yet. You can tell I am smart because I am reading The New Yorker.

Here I am today thinking about poems, but it is too much for me.

I hope your brain is working better.

love

from

Buster