I am going ahead with the limerick that I had planned for tonight, even though I just found out that Oscar the Puppy Cat went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. There is something brewing in the back of my mind and I may come up with something for him later tonight.
I went to visit Watgog's blog yesterday afternoon, only to discover that all the Watgogs have a cold. I thought that maybe a limerick for them might cheer them up. Watgogs are little creatures who live in the desert, usually in prickly pears. They are very shy and most people never know they are there. They have been around since the time of the dinosaurs and are known to the Native Americans and appear in their folklore. Although shy, Watgogs are very friendly and loving beings. They love to kiss and are very good at it. Unfortunately, this is how they all caught their cold. The parent Watgog was kissing a squirrel goodbye after a nice visit, but the squirrel had a cold. Not knowing about this, the parent Watgog went home and kissed all the little Watgogs hello. Now they all have the squirrel's cold.
The picture is of the parent Watgog riding friend Tivsan, the tortoise. Watgog saw the friendly human who lives nearby riding Sammy the horse and decided it looked like fun. Watgog asked Tivsan for a ride and Tivsan agreed. They were having a great time until Tivsan climbed up over a rock. Watgogs don't have any front legs to help hold on, so Watgog fell off. That was the end of the ride, but Watgog is trying to figure out a way to stay on better, so Watgog and Tivsan can have more fun together. I refer to Watgog as a she in the limerick, though I don't really know if Watgog is a she or a he. Since there seems to be one big Watgog and several small Watgogs in the family, I am guessing that the big Watgog is the mother.
Watgog went for a short tortoise-ride.
She could hardly contain her joy inside.
Tivan climbed a rock;
She fell from the shock,
And that is why it was a short tortoise-ride.