Mane

I want to cut my hair.
To chop it all off.
But you keep telling me it's my mane.
That it's my long flowing mane.
Does my mane represent you?
Since you are the lion that has chosen to be bald.

Mane

You say my hair is my mane.
You say my hair is my pride and joy.
Yet you are the lion. I am just a kitten.
Yet you are bald.
If my hair is my mane.
Doesn't the same go for you?

Surgery

I completed my first surgery today.

My patient was so cooperative.

She just stood there as I approached her

With a knife.

I took her outside. To the gravel drive.

Mom would have killed me

if I had gotten blood on her new beige carpets.

I stole the duct tape out of dad’s tool box.

He was at work so I don’t think he missed it.

I wrapped the tape around her mouth.

No good getting bit on the first go around.

I reached for my knife.

She squirmed like a worm on a hook.

As I made my first incision.

Just under her rib cage to midway of her stomach.

I’ve seen this done a million times before.

Well three actually. And it was on cats.

 But how hard could it be? And how different can a dog be?

After her blood poured out of her

 like molasses on a hot summer day

She laid still and did not dare to move.

I took out all of her insides that I could reach.

I inspected each one like a mother-in-law

 does her son’s new  wife’s cooking.

When I was done,

I put everything back like the picture in my memory showed.

The thread I obtained from April’s sewing kit

Just would not hold the skin together.

So I reached beside me and grabbed the duct tape.

Duct tape and super glue hold everything together.

So if this hadn’t worked. I would have grabbed

the super glue from the kitchen drawer.

Luckily It did work.

Well here is the results from my surgery today.

I learned all bout the ins and outs of a dog.

However, she did not make it through the surgery.

I tried to wake her. To tell her that it was all over.

But she would not hear it.

I had mom bury her under the willow down by the river.

Boy, was she ever mad.

Apparently I have to wait until after vet school

before I can practice on my own.

On my own? You say? Ok. Mom. I will not practice

 on my own until after school. I promise.

Hey Lisa. Where did you say you kept your parrot?

Wanna do a biology experiment with him?

Good Bye Doggie

I once had a dog.

But now she’s gone.

For you see, I cut her open

To see her insides

While she was still alive.

Her blood came

Pooling out onto the

Gravel drive.

I pulled out her organs.

Then put them back in.

I am sad to say

That she did not make it.

I had mom bury her

Under the old willow tree

 by the river. She will be surly missed.

I don’t know how this will affect you.

But my first surgery was a flop.

Maybe the second one I will get right.

Now where did you say you kept your cat?

Who Do You Trust?

If you can't trust no one. Then who may I ask, will you leave your chrildren to? Who will carry on your traditions?

Evil is Good

If no good deed goes unpunished and good intentions mark the path to Hell well. Then how does one get into Heaven?

Random Thoughts

• If I can pick my friends and pick my nose, then why can’t I pick my friend’s nose?
• I’m rubber, your glue. Give me a hug so I can be stuck to you.
• If the night sky is the day sky w/o sunlight then why do people say the night sky is black when in reality it is dark blue?
• Why can’t I go with you, if you are skipping town too?
• Where is my replacement?
• Am I really leaving?
• The tape is clear. The package is brown. So why are you blue?
• Mom once told me to tenderize my food before cooking it. But is this what she had in mind?
• I'm White. I reflect light.