Best Curiosity Killed The Cat Poems
Unleash the kitty
The little boy thought of himself witty
Locked up in his room infront of the screen
Submerged in the screams
A lasting string that will follow him to his teens
Internet tasted like mint, to him
Abundant and innovative, yet aromatic to
His flaming desires
And that national geographic!
Oh my oh my
Exotic women in their little strings
Covering their little things
typed upon the screen
you let the words flow so free
thier inspiration
Curiosity killed the cat
How far will we go
To perpetuate self-destruction
Wallowing in self pity
Until our throats close up.
Staccato sounds and guttural groans
Unintelligible murmurs
Morse code on my shoulder
Giving way to the last request
For open communication.
Curiosity killed the cat
Did you bring your night vision goggles?
We’ll venture deep into the foliage
Tonight we’ll test boundaries.
Is it malleability or elasticity
Of that which we push off from
Trying to reap what we’ve sown
From the greener grass.
Curiosity killed the cat
But the cat was always dead
No fur balls to hack
For strapped to its back
Was a ticking time pack
With old brass buttons
It couldn’t help to press.
We look up in wonder at the stars,
We ponder on there being life on Mars,
And so we've sent a craft to see,
A marvellous thing called "Curiosity".
And on the surface of the big red rock,
The last of its kind looks up in shock,
As from the sky there falls a star,
Which has travelled there from afar.
Then the star begins to slow,
And the last Martian feline down below,
Stares in wonder, as a chute deploys,
Soon followed by the strangest noise,
As the thrusters ignite to stop,
The rapidity of the strange craft's drop.
And then the craft begins to lower,
A separate large object from below her,
Which lands upon the creature's head,
Leaving it squashed and very dead!
Now just how terribly ironic is that?
"Curiosity" killed the cat!
Unable to think
My lungs seemed to shrink
The pressure of this news
Could have been avoided if I followed the clues
The way people stared at my eyes
Like I was evil in disguise
Goodbye to the good Christian I was
Chased away by the devils applause
Another innocent soul
Now under his control
I can feel the evil growing inside
As I become my powers unknowing bride
How can I be good
Apparently misunderstood
When I had been raised to believe in the devil's tricks
My feelings are becoming intermixed
A grey area is created
Hopefully these thoughts can be translated
What was the saying my mother spat
Oh yes curiosity killed the cat
The cat in a hat
Looked longingly at the mat
Never to mew with a mate
Regrets were too late.
All it took was an excuse in necessity
Yet it was all because of curiosity
Once stranded in the city
Lamented the mendacity
He remembered the whispers,
The wistful tones,
Of joys untold, out there in the city
Paved with milk and honey.
Oh, naïve cat,
Oh guileless cat,
So out of your depth,
Frustrated and miserable,
Time is up.
The adage holds true,
Yet you couldn’t tell from that clue
curiosity does kill cats!
teacup, fat...round.
you're not from here.
boxed up...reminiscence of a past, light coating.
push my brain to think when it just wants to avert attention.
but surprisingly, intrigue.
go figure...
sexy, hott, smooth...but that is unknown.
words glide with ease with lips that could take your breath away.
a lingering weapon...pounce..and taken away, entranced.
question me, ill question you.
yet, there still more to learn.
Form:
As children, we are taught to not question those “above us”
We’re taught to stay quiet and to stay in our own lanes,
But why is that?
Why do we have the saying “Curiosity Killed the Cat?”
Is it a way of society keeping us all in line?
Is it a way for society to scare us into submission?
As a child, I’ve always been curious of things around me
But was taught in school that curiosity killed the cat
Don’t question to much, or you’ll be dead
I wanted to question that saying, but was told not to
Did Curiosity really kill the cat?
Or was it those around it?
In many ways and situations,
We are the cat,
Full of curiosity, full of life
But then, we step out of line,
And get squashed down,
Essentially killed.
But other times,
We are those who kill the cat
We’re all caught up in society,
Following the rules,
Following everyone else,
Fitting in
So when society says something is wrong,
We join in without a second thought,
For fear that we could be next
But why do we do this?
Why does society get to choose who’s in and who’s out?
But most importantly,
Why do we let this happen?
If we know it’s wrong,
Why don’t we do something about it?
Why can’t we stand up?
Why can’t we make our own rules?
Curiosity, killed the cat
I’m also thrilled to be like that
I could’ve chilled my body fat
Or simply filled the place I sat
But something got me to my feet
When I had sought to be discrete
For when I thought about defeat
I knew my doubt was not complete
I had this dance to seek and find
The true romance I left behind
To look askance for she won’t mind
Or take the chance that love is blind
I might have stayed the timid soul
Who made the game but not the goal
Who bade the heart to win the role
But never paid the price in full
Until my date was late to be
The strait of my eternity
The perfect mate to share with me
My state of curiosity.
My cat never cared,
was never bothered, never scared.
Till that is, when one day,
beside the cats litter tray,
another bowl lay beside,
In big letters labelled 'CYANIDE'.
And what did my old cat do?
Well thankfully he couldn't sue,
for he lapped up the deadly stuff,
and began to feel rather ruff.
He laid down for a quick light nap,
but this was a sadly, fatal mishap.
Well curiosity killed the cat!
No car, no illness, no getting fat.
Just his solemn wish to drink something new,
that in the end made him spew,
across the patio doors like paint,
our cat in life was not a saint.
We had a funeral he and I,
a little way to say goodbye.
For though he didn't like me so,
death makes you fonder, I'm sure you know.
A cheeky cat with so much sass,
a bachelor who purred at every lass.
Well in goes the cat, I grab a shovel,
when out pops his face all a puzzle.
I looked around and saw bowl two
Labelled 'ANTIFREEZE' , coloured bright blue.
Could this be, my brain did wonder -
how my cat survived such a blunder?
And in a move so foul and cruel,
my cat pushed a can of petrol fuel,
and then with a psychotic smile,
did scratch his claws on a nail file.
And in a poof of smoke and spark,
I'm left in only niknaks stark.
He winked at me and strutted inside,
me speechless with a torched backside.
I started to panic, he thinks I'm to blame,
and now my cats gone insane!
It seems he drank both poison and cure,
I guess I'll never know for sure.
But now I have a homicidal cat,
At least a feline sociopath at that.
Who took a pillow to my head,
when I was sound asleep in bed,
and later still left a present,
in my coffee, oh how unpleasant!
So a little warning, this shall serve,
to those of you who have the nerve,
to not treat your cat with respect,
you never know what might happen next.
For in the garden I can see,
a hole scratched out for poor, old me.
07.31.2021