If I could metamorphosise
Into something cute and furry,
I would change into a kitten,
Affectionate and purry.
I would move into the residence
Of the lady I adore,
Who I believe quite likes me,
But likes pussy cats much more.
She’d let me curl up on her lap
And stroke behind my ears.
I’ve been trying to persuade her
To cuddle me for years.
I would have my meals prepared for me;
Not my favourite chore.
I’m sure I’d soon get used to
Eating on the floor.
But there’s a potential hazard,
I’d not considered yet.
It might be counter-productive
If she took me to the vet!
I have a cat
(or a cat has me),
a furry cat, a very purry cat
when on my lap it's sat,
independent it is
(egotistical too),
yet demands attention
(self-centred through and through),
and when well-fed, its purr
(a four-stroke motor),
is full of condescension,
when behind its ears you scratch
(it's expected of you),
you may believe you heard,
“Meow, meow, meow,”
(sorry, here's the catch),
what it really said is,
“Me now, me now, ME now!”
And, as goldfish swims in bowl,
cat looks on with danger fraught,
thinking, 'So near yet so far,
that fish is food for thought.'
Cobbled street is lowly lit with shadows all around.
Street lights flicker in the wind and now the rain is falling down.
Glistening cobbles under feet as the street winds on further down.
Curtains closed but light I see as families within settle down.
Cat winds through the iron fence to greet me with a purry meow.
His hedges protect him under his canopy as he observes the night for when the mice come out.
Cobbled street’s seen centuries of people walking where I walk now.
Cobbled street’s heard takes of mystery and seen evil deeds over its ground.
Cobbled street cambers unevenly where feet could easily lose purchase of their ground.
Cobbled street looks back at me as just another human who once walked down.
There was an old man from Missouri.
Biting his nails, he tended to worry.
Taping his fingers to stop the bad habit,
he switched to candy wherever he could grab it,
and once he was full, he always got purry.
For There Is A Brighter Side Contest
Picture #2
Superstition can be fun
Since the day it has begun
Seeing others try to shake
Unlucky feelings as they wake
Ladders you can not walk under
Spilling salt is a big blunder
Don't step on a sidewalk crack
But don't pick on a cute black cat
They're called unlucky all the time
But its such a shameful crime
Cute and fury big sweet eyes
Their tiny little purry cries
Can melt a heart right to the core
Playing with yarn on the floor
Is always a funny thing
In a lonely life they bring
Comfort and joy from day to night
They are not a scary fright
When they curl up in your lap
A peaceful dream with a cat nap
Furry or flat fur to pet
And please do not forget
They get rid of pesky mice
Which is very very nice
To all black kitties everywhere
You'll be hugged with tender care
From now on and shunned no more
Love you have never felt before
Tiddles didn’t really like the new cat food
Fussy
Pussy
The result of the new cat food
Tiddles
Piddles
BUT THEN ….
Squitty
Kitty
Tiddles returns from a long walk in the rain
Soggy
Moggy
Contented Cat when towel dried
Purry
Furry
Any theme two liner – March 2017 Standard Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
03~18~17
Tiddles didn’t like his new tinned tea
Fussy
Pussy
Angry Animal
Shows claws
From paws
Self catering cat
Catch mice
Tastes nice
Caught in the rain
Soggy
Moggy
Time for a sneaky sleep
Cat nap
On lap
Contented cat
Purry
Furry
March of the Footles Contest Sponsor Timothy Hicks
03~04~16
Ever since I moved from my old house
Though not burdened with bird or mouse
Though no pests, no moles nor rat
I have found myself REALLY wanting a cat
Without a feline residing with me
I find myself exceedingly empty
Without a furry, purry kitty
I must say this new apartment is quite a pity!
I haven’t a clue how much a bald one costs
At any rate, without ANY, I’m so lost
Missing that quiet, warm, sweet enmity
Alas! A cat is my only remedy
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