Okay, more about our farm animals.
Our horses, last but not least.
We have three: two gentle creatures
And one majestic beast.

Jet leads the herd
He thinks he’s the boss
Yet, with even the slightest, strange noise
His judgement is lost.

Ona, the Appaloosa
Has such a kind heart
Totally blind, yet a gentle steed
A sweet horse and incredibly smart

Lilly is the youngster of the pack
temperamental, and at times, even cross.
Yet, she helps Ona find her way
She leads a blind horse with a simple head toss

The horses on my farm
Are something to behold
All amazing animals
With enormous hearts of gold

So, those are my farm animals
Few pure breds, mostly mutts  
The horses, the dogs, the cats
Make up the farm we call Wiggle Butts

My cat is relaxed
In the sun, comfortably laid out
Not a care in the world,
No stress, no worry, no doubt  

Me, a twitchy ball of tension
Useless anxiety in my brain
I need to relax, like the cat,
Let go of this unnecessary strain

I can’t control the future
Have to let the worries go
Be more like the cat, relax
Take it easy, nice and slow.

Pity the living
a wise man once said.
It is so tranquil
lying here with the dead

A tree lives outside my window
Its appearance: a leafless, barren stick
Muddy, ugly land around it
About as lovely as a tick.

The late Winter weather
Causes mud from melted snow
The ground is still and life less
Too cold for anything to grow.  

The wind remains a biting cold
It comes out of the North
Urging us to stay inside
Warning us: don’t venture forth

Yet, the Winter weather
Should not cause despair
Soon will come the Springtime
With green grass and crisp fresh air  

So don’t dismay with the cold North wind
Or, lose hope with the ugly, barren ground
Soon green grass of Spring will emerge
Blue sky, warm sun, and joy will be found.

I won’t qualify it
My dogs are my babies
There are no doubts
No if’s, and’s, but’s, or maybe’s

First Alex, as big as a horse
Then there was the barking of Emma Lou
Quincey also loves to make noise
Gracie Mae had her loud moments, too

Abbie is the latest to join the family
And Layla is the youngest of the lot
None of them really pure breds
Mostly just mutts, a true melting ***

Gracie couldn’t jump
And, Layla is a klutz
They were all very unique
A bunch of cute wiggle butts

As people go,
My dogs are all very smart
Each one has worked some magic
And won over my cold, hard heart

I really can’t qualify it
When I say my dogs are my babies
The statement is absolutely true
No if’s, and’s, but’s, or maybe’s

Take heed to this message:
Folks, you need to relax.
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is not a train coming down the tracks.

We will survive this crisis.
Coronavirus will subside.
Life will get better  
In spite of this roller coaster ride.  

Stop hoarding food and supplies  
Put away the panic and fear  
We all need to relax
And give everyone a reason to cheer.

I feel sorry for my Dentist
He doesn’t want to cause me pain
When he drills into my mouth
He suffers great emotional strain.

When the tears run down my cheeks
I am sure he sympathizes
There isn’t enough Novocain in the world
And this, he surely realizes.

As he drills into my teeth
One thing we are both sure
The pain he inflicts on me
Is more than I can endure.

Yes, I feel sorry for my Dentist
And the pain he tends to inflict
I don’t know who suffers most
Who is the most sick.