In the
Terrifying Tale
Of the
Tacky Tick
Not for the squeamish, our tale.
Begins with a terrifying tacky tick.
A tick with such poor taste in clothing
An manners, that it was a virtual
Outcast in the Carpet Colony, the small
Planned Community into which our
Hapless Hero was born.
The Terrifyingly Tacky Tick was a social
Misfit from the start of his small pathetic
Life. While other ticks dreamed of traveling
Away to far off wondrous places on the backs
O peacocks, otters, and dapper dachshunds,
The Terrifyingly Tacky Tick seemed destined
For failure.
For those who toiled in the Carpet Colony,
The inability of the Tacky Tick to imagine a
Life beyond The Shag left him with nothing
But contempt. The Tacky Tick, in his loneliness,
Turned to the companionship of dust mites,
Fleas, and evolved strains of bacteria.
It is from these Lesser Dwellers among
The Shag that the Tacky Tick first learned
The regretful errors of Reckless Tackiness.
The Lesser Dwellers were shunned by the
Carpet Colony for their virtual inability to
Accessorize.
Meanwhile, in the Carpet Colony, all was
Not well. Happily playing amongst the
Stench of urine, how could 17 generations
Of ticks have known that the Shaggy
Wonderland that they called home was
Slated for re-development? Without warning,
Their care-free-rent-control environment
Was ripped out from under them in one mad
Chaotic afternoon of Urban Renewal.
Cloudy pillows of dust mites were tossed
To the four corners of the world, families
Of fleas searched in vain for hosts to carry
Them away from the apocalyptic destruction,
And the descendants of 17 generations of ticks
Kissed their loved ones good-bye as the night
Closed on their childhood dreams.
Our Hapless Hero, the Terrifyingly Tacky Tick,
Returned to the devastation from his trip to
Waltick's. The ticks were wailing their death
Cries, the Lesser Dwellers had all but vanished
In the Dust Mite Air, and, clutching his package
Filled with Plastics from Hong Kong, and nail polish
In Glitter Chrome and Gunmetal Blue, clung to the
Work boot he spied leaving the scene.
Caper Cat, returning home, once again,
Drunk and lustful from a pool-playing
Shot-drinking binge hesitated for only
A moment before pulling the cordless
Phone from its cradle. The slick sexy
Crime-solving PI made a call that would,
Before the night was through, save one
Life, and destroy another.
Within seconds of whispered affections,
A hand brushed over a breast to reveal
The new location of the Terrifyingly Tacky
Tick. Our Hapless Hero, unlike his tormentors,
Had traveled beyond The Shag on a beautiful
Exotic Creature. But he was no match for
Caper Cat, and would have to pay for his
short-lived adventures with his life.
Once Again,
Caper Cat Has
Foiled Her
Opponents And
Saved the Day!
-in remembrance of Oliver, a well-loved companion and friend. Take good
care of a devoted member of our clan. We love you!
October 31, 2009
Shelly Manaster
copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved
Terrifying Tale
Of the
Tacky Tick
Not for the squeamish, our tale.
Begins with a terrifying tacky tick.
A tick with such poor taste in clothing
An manners, that it was a virtual
Outcast in the Carpet Colony, the small
Planned Community into which our
Hapless Hero was born.
The Terrifyingly Tacky Tick was a social
Misfit from the start of his small pathetic
Life. While other ticks dreamed of traveling
Away to far off wondrous places on the backs
O peacocks, otters, and dapper dachshunds,
The Terrifyingly Tacky Tick seemed destined
For failure.
For those who toiled in the Carpet Colony,
The inability of the Tacky Tick to imagine a
Life beyond The Shag left him with nothing
But contempt. The Tacky Tick, in his loneliness,
Turned to the companionship of dust mites,
Fleas, and evolved strains of bacteria.
It is from these Lesser Dwellers among
The Shag that the Tacky Tick first learned
The regretful errors of Reckless Tackiness.
The Lesser Dwellers were shunned by the
Carpet Colony for their virtual inability to
Accessorize.
Meanwhile, in the Carpet Colony, all was
Not well. Happily playing amongst the
Stench of urine, how could 17 generations
Of ticks have known that the Shaggy
Wonderland that they called home was
Slated for re-development? Without warning,
Their care-free-rent-control environment
Was ripped out from under them in one mad
Chaotic afternoon of Urban Renewal.
Cloudy pillows of dust mites were tossed
To the four corners of the world, families
Of fleas searched in vain for hosts to carry
Them away from the apocalyptic destruction,
And the descendants of 17 generations of ticks
Kissed their loved ones good-bye as the night
Closed on their childhood dreams.
Our Hapless Hero, the Terrifyingly Tacky Tick,
Returned to the devastation from his trip to
Waltick's. The ticks were wailing their death
Cries, the Lesser Dwellers had all but vanished
In the Dust Mite Air, and, clutching his package
Filled with Plastics from Hong Kong, and nail polish
In Glitter Chrome and Gunmetal Blue, clung to the
Work boot he spied leaving the scene.
Caper Cat, returning home, once again,
Drunk and lustful from a pool-playing
Shot-drinking binge hesitated for only
A moment before pulling the cordless
Phone from its cradle. The slick sexy
Crime-solving PI made a call that would,
Before the night was through, save one
Life, and destroy another.
Within seconds of whispered affections,
A hand brushed over a breast to reveal
The new location of the Terrifyingly Tacky
Tick. Our Hapless Hero, unlike his tormentors,
Had traveled beyond The Shag on a beautiful
Exotic Creature. But he was no match for
Caper Cat, and would have to pay for his
short-lived adventures with his life.
Once Again,
Caper Cat Has
Foiled Her
Opponents And
Saved the Day!
-in remembrance of Oliver, a well-loved companion and friend. Take good
care of a devoted member of our clan. We love you!
October 31, 2009
Shelly Manaster
copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved
