Heyyo Porters:
PETS-A-RAMA
This “Ecks-plant” page is not to be confused with eggplant and is actually about all my pets, even though I don’t have a dog or a cat; I used to take care of a ferret, named Sherwin, but he died early in his life of pneumonia. These days my pets are two low-maintenance plants (only requiring water every few days), two low-maintenance pet rocks (which require no care whatsoever), a low-maintenance goldfish (because, well, you’ll see, he doesn’t even require water!), a few low-maintenance aquarium dwellers all-in-one contraption (check on it below – git down-scrollin'), and some lower-maintenance turtles (who love to get outside, apparently), as well as a real bird cage filled with some not-so-truly-real critters (including a parrot (not this site Mascot from another “Ecks-toll” page-a-roo), plus a butterfly pair, among other fakos). So, it’s not a real goldfish: it looks like there might be water in the fishbowl, but there’s not (see all my pictures following this letter and the usual pair of poems). Low-maintenance is my chief pet priority, so to see for yourself, please check out the few snap-shots below I took to share with you. One of the few plants used to be used to not being turned regularly – for as long as three years!
ALL ABOUT THE DOUBLE (2!) POEMS LANDED ON “ECKS-PLANT”
Both the poems found this page are each together from the ‘Humorous Poems’ Category in the newer Book, respectively titled “God’s Prayers” and “Whoa Bessie!” The first of these two poems found this page is both effective and fervent, while the second of those two poems found this page is a real knee slapper and may actually get you thinking and laughing a bit, or more, depending on how you find this humor-styling poem.
Farewell,
Ecks-Port pro, c/o C. T. Eck
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1 / 2 "God's Prayers" [poem]
by poet Eck, C. T.
The Lord He watches over
Somehow humbles Himself to see us
In our world of trouble
As I watched TV bloopers
Funniest home videos, American style
I could not help noticing a close oversight involving care
For a day with the good Lord
Is as a thousand years for one
He must plan something with all that
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2 / 2 "Whoa Bessie!" [poem]
by poet Eck, C. T.
Bessandra the Queen came into a parlor
She walked halfway inside and got no farther
What she found inside made her stand aghast
She was so upset she proclaimed a meal fast
For in the shadows eerie, dark, and in repose
Apace there flew through the wall a ghost
What to do then as a cold air filled the room
Queen Bessandra was nearly overcome with gloom
Where did it come from where did it go? /
What or whose was it and who else would know?
We might leave you hanging on this personified cliff
Or just know it was ass-gas of which Bessandra wiffed
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