To Monsieur The Nutty Scolding Squirrel Poem by Susan Williams
To Monsieur The Nutty Scolding Squirrel
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Poor wee little squirrel
he came into our yard today
looking here and looking there
for the tree next door
he likes to climb.
He did not seem to believe his eyes.
Where oh where is my tree? he chittered
What did you do with it? he chattered.
He ran to the right, flipping his tail
in a massive state of irritation
then sat down on his haunches
and stared at what was left of the tree.
What has happened to my tree? he fussed,
You did this, didn't you? he fumed
looking straight at me most belligerently.
It wasn't me I said and in reply he threw a nut at me.
He ran to the left side of the 9 foot tree stump
sat on his haunches and chittered and chattered and scolded
like an aggravated Oklahoma housewife.
What have you done with my tree? he demanded.
He glared about and muttered and spluttered
Dad burn people and their strange ways
can't leave nothing alone..
He finally gave it up in utter disgust.
Did his hopalong gait across the yard,
across the street, and zipped up the tree
and from there he hopped the telephone wire express.
I thought he was gone for good as huffy as he was
but two hours later he was back again with a nut in his mouth
which quieted him some.
He diddy-bopped his way across the street
right up to the remnant of his old tree
and dug a hole at the base of it
and plopped that nut right in and buried it tight.
Perhaps next year I shall be writing a poem about
the tree that wouldn't die...
and dedicate it to Monsieur the Nutty Scolding Squirrel.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~©2018 Susan Williams
A creative and compelling composition that uses the mundane to manufacture such majestic messages...
Sometimes it's just me and the other squirrely types here in NutLand. chittering and chattering and telling intruders off ;)
He diddy-bopped his way across the street right up to the remnant of his old tree and dug a hole at the base of it and plopped that nut right in and buried it tight. Perhaps next year I shall be writing a poem about the tree that wouldn't die... and dedicate it to Monsieur the Nutty Scolding Squirrel........so touching and amusing lines. This is really a beautiful poem with humour that I like it very much and did meet second visit.
Thank you, Kumarmani! The Nutty Squirrel thanks you! And perhaps a little seedling tree will thank you when it gets big and strong! !
(cont.) .. George Francis Gabby Hayes (May 7,1885 – February 9,1969) was an American actor.... From 1935 to 1939, Hayes played the part of Windy Halliday, the sidekick to Hopalong Cassidy (played by William Boyd) .... oh, i remember 'the days', as a kid, of course. and TV was Black and White! ! ! Susan, you MUST HAVE watched 'reruns'! ! let me know if you write the sequel poem. thanks. to MyPoemList. There are tree 'issues' in our neighborhood now, with OTHER people. bri :)
I will indeed message you if there is a sequel. Thank you for placeing tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt- -oh oops fell asleep- -thank you for putting this on your fav list, Bri
(cont.) ..Google shows me dad burn and dad-burned, but Google does not tell me WHAT dad BURNED! ! BOTH are a euphemism for, whatever the a euphemism is! ! i think Gabby Hayes used to say that on TV/movies a LONG time AGO. (cont.) ..
hahahahahahahahaha just an around the barn colloquilism... lately I have come to think it means God is being asked to burn something in a very hot place;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/11/2024 12:57:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is an interesting poem! Squirrels usually have their dreys in the hollow of tree trunks! Even if this Nutty Squirrel doesn't have one on this tree, he must have made this tree a usual haunt. Now when he has come to hop on it, he doesn't see it but observes it being cut away to his great shock and agitation! His act at the end, though has brought smiles to me, states a great message... 'When one tree is cut, replace it by another'! Lovely! A sure 10
Valsa! ! ! ! If this humorous poem brought a smile to your heart then I have my reward! ! ! ! I love the squirrels - -and the way they plant oak trees in my hanging baskets! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !