"Hello gorgeous. How are you?" he continued on,
"Your face could inspire poets to write many a sweet song."
"I know that you're evil," she responded in a somewhat bored tone.
"You shouldn't kill others because,.. well that's just wrong."
He sensed no fear in her, but could see she was very aware of him.
He smiled revealing his fangs with a most demonic grin.
"You are correct my dear. I am one not to be trusted."
She drove a wooden stake through his heart and the vampire was dusted.
She then shouted aloud with her strongest voice,
"Be gone all you vampires! You haven't a choice!
I very much too, much like all of you, am a very dirty and unfair player.
None of you stand a chance against me. Be gone vampires! Flee,
or suffer my wrath, for I am the chosen one, The Vampire Slayer."
PLUMPY VS. BUFFY
In the ring, oh what a sight to see,
The cat and dog, ready for glee.
The cat all plump, with a belly so round,
The dog so buff, muscles abound.4
With a meow and a bark, they start their fight,
Cat throwing punch, dog's future not bright.
But oh what a twist, as the cat goes astray,
Trips on his tail in a comical display.8
The dog takes a chance, with a mighty leap,
Lands a punch, cat starts to weep.
Round after round, they dance and they prance,
In this epic battle of paws and stance.¹²
In the end, it's clear to see,
The dog emerges with victory.
The fat cat, defeated, with a sigh,
Admits the dog's muscles were just too high.¹6
The eternal beef continues between cat & dog
In the boxing ring, they danced like a log.
A funny sight, to make us all grin,
The day the fat cat fought - and couldn't win!²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?24th February 2024.
Buffy Sainte-Marie, You Are a First Nations Person to Me
When you were adopted, your spirit told you so,
and so you sang from the platform given
by the First Nations people who took you in,
and you became one of them: Buffy Sainte-Marie
of the Piapot Band of Saskatchewan, Canada.
Trawling graveyards might not sound like fun,
she’ll never stop ‘til her mission is done.
With her trusty wooden stake,
life from the dead she can take -
hunting night creatures ‘til she feels the sun.
They were made to kill one another
One couldn't love
One wouldn't love
He went away and so did his girl too
She had a guy that left her unknowing what she would do
He came back when his girl left him
She had many guys have her only then
They fought for a while
Though it took a mile
He had realized he loved her
She had realized of him nothing more
She thought, oh well there will be no harm
Until her friends found her sleeping with the enemies arm
She gave up on love at all
His world began to fall
She became a traitor to all of her friends
And began to meet him to all of her ends
She believed in him all she could
He loved her but didn't think she ever would
As the end came near
Everyone hated him besides her
Everyone became regretful because he had saved the world
That was the night of his death
That was the moment he took his last breath
This write is for you I hope that the humor comes through...
See
Rocky
As he greets
Pot Belly Pig
Named Porky__short legs
Rocky sport show dog stance
Abnormally long legs proud
Rocky meets Porky question what
Is this animal?__Sniff butt__Hum__Sniff mouth
Sniff butt__what has he been eating__sniff well
(We went to my other daughter's home on Sunday for lunch..She has cows, a donkey, and
now a potbelly pig...Rocky our dog has seen all the others before but his first encounter with
the potbelly pig...He could not figure out what this animal was...Buffy, I hope that it is
funny..)
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