Wake Up Kitty

Help? Hear, hear! His horrible history! Huge hope he had. Here he hunted her. Hurried, hunting her himself. Hoped he had her. However, he hated her hat. He had hope. He hoped hard. He haunted her! Hungry hunted, hopefully hoped... He hadn't hope, Hope had him! This picture is a #pixabay.com pic. Note: I am a #mobilblogger I write all my content with my #smartphone. This #poem is at # WEKU and #wordpress as well. November 17, 2018

Charles' adventures - part 1: Easter 2018 (De Nederlandse versie van "De avonturen van Kees" kun je hier lezen.) Wednesday evening Charles went into the tub. Ready for Holy Thursday whatever that may be. Since Charles is a daddy exactly he decided to search for holy stuff on Thursday. He dressed up in white. I look spooky, he thought, but the sugar is white. It was the same for the kitchenfloor and the tablecloth. The clouds outside were white, they did not look like sheep, but like little ghosts. They were completely white. Now he knew. Holy Thursday was named after a spirit, a ghost and ghosts are white. Good Friday Charles spent searching for good. The weather was fine, it did not rain and it was not cold outside. So that was good. He checked out his bank ballance which turned out to be good too. Easter everything should be yellow. Charles was not only a daddy exactly but also grubby. The white underpants he wear at Holy Thursday was yellow by now. E...