By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: A fun experiment involving cartoons.]
This morning the hen atop my bedside clock
(hens are much more sensitive to sleepers than roosters)
clucked until I kicked off the bedsheets
and then she offered me an egg for breakfast
To change into regular clothes was a snap—
a simple matter of a scene transition
but I will admit that my closet contains
nothing except identical outfits
(to remain on-model is important for a toon)
Outside the sun winked and gave me his best wishes
while in his yard my neighbor (a flamingo) instructed
his hired lawn gnomes where to stand as guards
over his flowerbed filled with sunflowers
which liked to dance for passersby
The paperboy was a dalmatian pup
who broke windows with every flung newspaper
and caused many grievous shouts from grumpy residents
A cow dressed in a crisp white uniform
delivered glass bottles of milk to each doorstep
aided by her four plump calves dressed in overalls
I even saw the town constable stride past
massive and proud in his unblemished uniform
a true tomcat on the prowl through his territory
(he has a whistle that dangles on a string around his neck)
This whole place used to bounce about in grayish hues
(back in the rubber hose days)
but now it comes in so many hues
rainbows stay away out of jealousy
Just another morning in my hometown…
another morning in a toon town
Such a fascinating and unique piece, Joyce. Love it.💕👏👏👏💕
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Wonderful! I’m thrilled you enjoyed it so much, Grace. Even as an adult, animation intrigues me a great deal. How about you?
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Absolutely. Love animation.💕
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Awesome.
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Such vivid imagery Joyce. 💖
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ve always had a fondness for animation and all the skill that goes into it. ^_^
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You’re! Yes, it needs a lot of skill.
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Yay. ^_^
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