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The Rat and The Cat

Obama the rat and Biden the cat devised
a plan one day,
to ***** the average working man and force his *** to pay.
They called it health care reform,
and offered them no choice,
robbed Americans of their rights
sign up you have no voice!
I may not understand politics but
I've worked hard and paid my dues,
you already take away half my pay,
I'm not signing I got nothing to lose!

Written by Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 2013
The Robin And The Crow

A robin and a crow were perched upon a fence,
an unlikely combination but they seemed to be good friends.
Standing in the mid-day sun each on a separate picket,
basking in it's rays while staring at a cricket.
The crow looked very hungry the robin seemed content,
so he flapped his shiny wings and to the ground he went.
The cricket saw him coming and jumped away in a flash,
searching for some camouflage in an open field of grass.
The crow was disappointed outsmarted once again,
so he flew back to his perch and asked his feathered friend.
"Have you had your dinner tell me would you mind"
"I wondered if you'd share with me, could you be so kind?"
The robin fanned his wings and said "come follow me"
To his nest they flew at the top of an old oak tree.
Together they shared a feast the robin caught that day,
then they fell asleep passing the time away.
There's a lesson to be learned from the robin and the crow,
and carry this knowledge with you where ever you may go.
Friendship is a special thing it's always nice to share,
it shows the good inside of you so people know you care.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
When my children were growing up I wrote them poetry to teach them lessons of love and kindness. This is a poem about sharing and how important it is to open your heart to others less fortunate than you.
The Spanx

To whoever invented the Spanx
tonight I raise my glass,
for creating the patent,
that helped me flatten,
my big fat jiggly ***.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 10/29/2014
The Story Of The  Littlest Angel


As Christmas Day draws near
I get lost in memories,
of colored lights, mistletoe
and loved ones by the tree.
Of all the priceless moments
I fondly do recall,
a story that was read to me I
cherish most of all.
The Littlest Angel was the title,
and through the magic of every line,
I learned the value of life on earth
that a gift from the heart was truly Devine.
Even though a lifetime has passed
the angel who read me this treasure,
dances in my heart this Christmas
and always will forever.

In Memory Of
My Auntie
Marion L Fowler Rose

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © November 30, 2013
To Old To Be Young

I'm to old to be young
to young to be old
stuck somewhere in between,
looking in the mirror
I know I've aged
but looking back at me,
is the child that once
frolicked through youth
not a worry nor a care,
every line on my face I've earned
as well as my silver hair.
I'm proud of who I am and
the person I've become,
a soul I hope the world will remember
to young to be old
to old to be young.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 01/30/2015
All Rights Reserved
To The Spider Said The Fly

You weave your web so gracefully
to the spider said the fly,
your cunning dance and sticky
silk capture victims passing by.
To nature you serve a purpose
much like humans do,
be careful whom you snag,
someday they'll eat you too.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/23/2014
All Rights Reserved
Truth Will Reveal

Cheat cheat you won't beat,
victory you'll never behold,
honesty will always win
for every lie there's a truth to be told.
Is your conscience clear tonight
have you nothing to conceal,
wake up my friend and realize
the wrong you hide
truth will reveal.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/14/2014
Under The Willow Tree


Under the willow tree,
my childhood secret space,
dreams were born
I was free 'twas the
perfect hiding place.
Beneath her cascading branches
gentle breezes whispering,
songs of hope and wonder
the willow tree did sing.
Awe those days of youth
where innocence was born,
under the willow tree
I found shelter from the storm.
What I wouldn't give
to visit once again,
that secret space
my hiding place
that gave me peace back then.

Under The Willow Tree

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 11/14/2014
Walmart Heaven

You can find them coast to coast
from the north and to the south
a chain of retail stores we
could never live without.
For the majority it's Walmart,
but Wally World to some,
a place we visit often
to get our shopping done.
There's always a surprise as you're
greeted at the door,
some of them unpleasant
some you simply can't ignore.
From bedroom slippers to stretch
pants you hoped you'd never see,
there's always something different
such endless possibilities.
You can get your hair and nails done,
eyes examined too,
cash your paycheck, file your taxes,
Walmart does it all for you.
Maybe that's the beautify of this
famous retail chain,
that keeps us coming back
time and time again.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © Jan 2014
All Rights Reserved
Happy shopping!
What Ever Happened To Gifts From The Heart?


Christmas lists are made
shopping has begun,
as merchants reap their profits
counting dollars one by one.
Hoping that we choose
the perfect gift to impress
we've lost the meaning of this
holy day I sadly must confess.
What ever happened to gifts from
the heart, when way back in the day,
it wasn't so much about spending,
but family we'd celebrate.
Things were so simple then,
when hand made gifts were given,
spending time not dollars
made life so worth the liven.
When Christmas carols were heard
on porches, instead of shopping malls,
where memories made so long ago
were the fondest to recall.
May this magical holiday season
remind you it's not what you spend,
but praising God for the gift of his son
as you bow your heads and say AMEN!

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © December 1, 2013
All Rights Reserved
What If

What if the world ended in a fiery blaze mountains
crumbled to the ground,
and all that was left is a lingering haze
not a whisper nor a sound?
Just a vast barren emptiness
as it was before time began,
before there were stars and sunlight
oceans rivers or man.
Yet not sorrow fills our souls
and in triumph our voices sing,
glory be to our father above
creator of all things.
We're drawn to a light of luminous glow
and there beyond heaven's gates,
the river of life endlessly flows and our mansions
in heaven await.
Souls reunite once parted by death
to be divided never again,
rejoice in harmony for his promise he kept
to all that believed in him.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
What You'll Reap


I got stabbed in the heart today
not the first time in my life,
betrayal stepped into my world
and cut me like a knife.
Forced to understand
the nature of my pain,
struggling to overcome
the past and what remains.
My soul is different than yours
I still love you and forgive,
that's how I make sense of this
life, I've only one to live.
Today my heart might bleed
tomorrow heaven knows,
Life's to precious to harbor anger
what you reap you'll surely sow.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/16/2015
Who's On The Inside


A slave to surface beauty
never more I'll be,
allured by it's spell
of uncertainty.
Attraction lies in the eyes
of the beholder,
changing rapidly
every year we grow older.
Vanity once had
a hold on me,
now older and wiser
it's plain to see.
What's on the outside
is simply a shell,
it's who's on the inside that's
meant to excel!

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/27/2014
Write On


Mr Twain my hat's off to you
for reminding us what it's like to be young,
experiencing life through your eyes
and your words,
showing us how it's done.
Sometimes your phrases I couldn't
understand but I read on anyways,
escaping from my world of uncertainty
through your written adventures
I found happier days.
You taught the world a lesson
the message still standing strong,
your words will echo through
time encouraging us all to write on!

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 10/07/2014
You'll Never Fail

Be the captain of your voyage,
forever try your best,
focus looking forward
north south east and to the west.
Never waver in your thinking,
nor balance on the wall,
fight for what you believe in,
when you win you'll win it all.
Battle for truth, fight for freedom
let honesty be your goal,
Hang your flag, make your choice
prepared to pay the toll.
Voice the words that must be said,
not to soft nor too flat,
white is white as truth is shared,
black will always be just that.
You're the captain of your conscience
may your light forever prevail,
as you reach your destination
follow God's path and you'll never fail.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/11/2014
All Rights Reserved
Yucky Chucky Tucker

Yucky Chucky Tucker was smelly as can be,
he never took a bath and hardly ever brushed his teeth.
Everywhere he went he left an odor in the air,
and Yucky Chucky Tucker never combed his hair.
His hands were always ***** cause he played with stinky worms,
he never cared if he got sick, he wasn't afraid of germs.
He didn't have a lot of friends except for one or two,
till Yucky Chucky Tucker met little Linda Sue.
Linda was quite pretty, an awesome sight to admire
and Yucky Chucky Tucker would give anything to sit by her.
But he'd have to make some changes and what I mean by that,
Yucky Chucky Tucker would have to take a bath.
He'd have to wash his hands and scrub his ***** face,
and to clean his stained up yellow teeth would take a tube of paste.
He'd have to wash his hair at least a dozen times,
to remove the terrible build up of sticky greasy grime.
Then Yucky Chucky Tucker would have to change his clothes,
sprinkle on cologne and find a bright red rose.
And maybe if he's lucky little Linda Sue,
might take another look at him and think he's really cute.
Funny how a pretty girl can change the way you think,
cause even Yucky Chucky Tucker washed away his stink,
All to catch the eye of little Linda Sue,
besides, her daddy owned a toy store, now what's a boy to do?

Written By  Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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