Garfield Poems - Poems about Garfield

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My Love, G Your skin glows like the mango skin blossoms desirable as the flowers in the purest hope of spring. My yearning heart rises to your steel band voice and leaps like a female goat bleep at the whisper of your name, G. The evening ascends in on a great dove wing, the ones...

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Garfield and Jon,                                                                were sitting on the lawn.                                 ...

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Garfield, a loveable famous, lazy cat, Who likes to eat and eat, that’s why he’s fat, Jon his companion, Garfield’s friend or foe dude, On call twenty four seven, to give Garfield food! The world knows their love hate relationship And of course Garfield's innermost thoughts, Each an amusing quip! He is the cleverest, wittiest cat, he’s a star, His charm, and...

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Here's a kitty that knows his own mind. For goodness sakes-don't call him fat! Diets are not his thing you'll find. He's a very single minded cat. His very favorite sport is fishing. Running a marathon he'd never do. For a nice long nap is what he's wishing. Annoying Odie might be fun too! He admires himself more every day. No self esteem issues...

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Garfield the cat ...

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Garfield is quite the cat Although too lazy to chase a rat! Has a bear named Pooky; Chicken named Stretch But can treat John like a wretch! Picks on Odie; Poor little dog And can sleep like a log! So if you want to meet a cat Read Garfield; He's funny and fat!...

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Remember that cat named Garfield? You know, that big ole lazy cat? He slept all day, eatin' nothing but lasagna Til he woke up one day fat Well, did you know he was a secret agent? Yep, he worked for the C. I. A See, no one would ever suspect a cat And they just wouldn't try to get away He was a...

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Let's face it you're getting old You can't deny it Your time has come to retire You didn't get fired, more like you quit You say you'll miss us But I know that's not true You're glad to be home You'll pretend to be Garfield, that's what you'll do You might miss having something to do But tv will take it's place You'll kick back...

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(This is a fictional poem) Last month I bought Garfield the cat. Several hours later I really regretted that. He kept eating all of my food and kicking my dog off the table. I wanted to afford food for him but I wasn't able. Last week I couldn't believe what I saw. Garfield took a dump on my new couch and...

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