The Door Stop

SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY
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THE DOOR STOP

He knows he's a noble beast! So he stands on guard at the door,

As the glass throws evening shadows across the creamy floor.

Maybe he's come from India; maybe from Siam;

But he knows very well he's a treasure so he thinks
 'How great I am!

I may be only a door-stop now, but when 'they' were overseas,

They stopped in the market, wide-eyed, and I heard the lady's pleas.

'Look at that beautiful lion! It wouldn't weigh too much!

I could carry it in my luggage! It's so beautful to touch!

Look how the tail curls over! Look at that wonderful mane!

I promise I won't buy anything else until we get to Spain!'

And so, of course, they bought me (though I think they haggled a bit)

And I fitted into a suitcase, though it was a rather cramped fit!

And here I am, as a door stop, with nothing to do but stand,

And 'she' hardly ever notices me! I'm not in much demand!

But that's the way with 'mementoes' bought in a holiday mood!

I feel I'd like to trip her up! But I wouldn't be so rude!

I'll simply give her a baleful glance when she goes to walk outside,

For I am the King of the Animals, and (sorry) I have my pride.

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PERPETUAL MOTION!

Two little boys are 'sitting still', watching a video.
But, in the way of all little boys, they're still very much 'on the go'.
Scratch and wriggle, writhe and squirm,
Each one like a wriggly worm!
No wonder they sleep like logs at night,
Wriggling over! Out like a light!
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