Ani’s Advent – Quandry

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Dear Santa, she’s loopy.
We both know that’s true.
But as she’s my two-legs…
Well, what can I do?

Outside it is rainy
It hasn’t snowed yet,
And she sings of sleigh-bells…
Should I call the vet?

She’s singing of holly
And decking the halls…
And losing her focus
On my tennis balls.

I’m getting fed-up
With this whole singing thing
Especially given
She can’t even sing!

She’s getting quite hoarse
(And she sounds like one too)
But it’s keeping her happy,
So what I can do?

I have buried my head
Under cushions and stuff
But my beauty-sleep suffers
I’m looking quite rough…

And what is her answer?
She’s having a laugh!
“You look a bit scruffy…
I’ll give you a bath.”

I have already had
More than three baths this year
So in answer I gave her
A flea in her ear!

(Not a real, living flea,
I want you to be clear,
I’d not want to stop you
From turning up here.)

But honestly, Santa,
I’m getting depressed,
This singing malarkey
Is stealing my rest.

And if you can’t stop her
One bright starry night,
The frost’s not the only thing
That’s going to bite!

It’s awful when something’s
Disturning your sleep!
I know I must calm myself…
Try breathing deep.

And I guess if she’s happy,
And singing in rhyme,
I’ll just have to join her…
It is Christmas time!

ani smiling

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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33 Responses to Ani’s Advent – Quandry

  1. Aw so sweet and such darling little angels. Loved the poem so much.

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  2. Great Poem, Ani critiquing your singing?

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  3. So enjoy these posts. Looking forward to the arrival of Notes from a small dog when Amazon gets itself into gear.

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  4. Just tonight, Mom and I went over to Aunt Peggy’s to help her get stuff ready for Christmas (because she got a new hip and can’t do everything herself – and she’s not supposed to lift things). They played Christmas music kinda’ loud and sang along as Mom put a bunch of tiny lights on an outside tree that Aunt P brought right into that room next to her kitchen. I kind of liked it, because the tree at our house doesn’t have a good smell like Aunt P’s.

    Then Mom brought some boxes up from a big room I’ve never seen before (hidden underneath Aunt P’s house) – and those boxes were full of shiny things that they BOTH put all over the tree while they kept right on singing. Just when I thought it was all starting to get to be too much, they brought out the dinner! They were in such great moods they even let me have some too. As long as singing means chicken and veggies for me, I’m all for it.
    Woof! Tink

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  5. Ritu says:

    Ani it’s Christmas… just join in with her 😊😚

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  6. HaHA! It sounds to me as if you might as well join in with her, by the sounds of things your howling won’t be any worse than the noise she is making!!! 🐾🐾🐾🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

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  7. bobcabkings says:

    Well, Ani, if her singing is so bad, you couldn’t make it any worse by joining in. The two of you might even get somewhere near the same key. And, Santa will come soon, just a few days, and then you can both relax (maybe).

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  8. bobcabkings says:

    Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
    Ani ponders singing

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  9. willowdot21 says:

    Ani go with the flo!!

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  10. katb8587 says:

    A lovely dog and cute poem!!

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  11. dgkaye says:

    Merry Christmas Ani and Sue. 🙂 xo

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