I dont often write poems with such humour and irony, I guess I was in a dumb mood when I decided on the contents of that poem, thanks for commenting.

The Ruby Woods

Whistling wind across the muddy swamps,
With dancing leaves falling from branches in the sky,
There stands a figure cloaked in white,
Such an angelic yet fearsome, eerie sight,
Whispers of words blow through the air "Come back to me in my Ruby Wood".

Rain drops sit on curled up flowers,
While the dragonflies find a dry abode,
The figure moves across the forest floor,
Still whispering that dreadful angel call,
White hair hung down across an invisible face that mourns in the Ruby Wood.

Cold winds blow through the trees again,
As the pettles wither and freeze,
The white cloak drifts with no footstep sounds,
Waiting for her call to be heard and found,
This haunting song of this whitened siren plays over and once more.

The Ruby Woods stand tall in nowhere,
With its frozen tales from before,
The drifting maiden waits forever,
Wishing to be put back together,
Dear Ruby sings her song, in the woods that she calls her home.

BOTTLED WATER FOR DOGS

Pooches Punch
Mut Fresca
Terrier Teardrops
The names are timeless....but
Who made bottled water for dogs?
You can blame it on Hiltons
And other rich snobs
The purses they poop in
The special cuisine
Their stupid mutt faces on every magazine
Am I bitter ?
You bet!
God Forbid if their paws get wet

huh?

good post