Pussy Poems

Trumps' driver strikes Gaia's Pussy

Cranky Tweety™ hails
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High Court drains the fifth






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  " . . . sun's so hot I forgot to go home, guess I'll have to go now". - James Taylor - "Mexico" 

[ Good guess Cracka Jimmy ]

A Purr-fect Friend

Her claws are daggers
But never are her words
Her paws might have dirt
Not her heart…

The only one I cherish is her 
The one I never regret being together 
This together is very short
The memories we made? A lot.

Life is not always butterflies and sunshines
It includes some bitter truths and sad lines
My purrfect friend may not live

A Purr-fect Friend

Her claws are daggers
But never are her words
Her paws might have dirt
Not her heart…

The only one I cherish is her 
The one I never regret being together 
This together is very short
The memories we made? A lot.

Life is not always butterflies and sunshines
It includes some bitter truths and sad lines
My purrfect friend may not live

War And Peace

Altho' 'tis something
any sane man would disdain,
should abstain from and abhor,
there are those I condemn
who choose
to cry, 'Mayhem!'
and let loose the dogs of war.
Meanwhile,
no need to think twice,
I prefer a 'purr',
to play nice and release,
tho' they may be old hat,
the pussy-cats of peace.

That Cat

I see her kitten again.
Is he trying, or is he dying?
I think this is feline immunodeficiency?

Will she fall back in love with that husband
once that kitten is gone?
Folk with cats can be strange.
My friend is like that: very fond of cats.

He seems to have immunodeficiency.
The cat, not the husband.
Though he seems to be trying.
The husband,

Star-Crossed Cat Love

Star-Crossed Cat Love

A domestic Manx, hopes torn stream and tossed
Pines and purrs for a stray cat so very lost
Their souls ache with delight
Through the screen door at night
A true love forbidden at a heartbreaking cost


 

Pussy

Pussy

When I was a teenager,
I would swear on a stack of Bibles,
I could never get mad at a pussy.

Now that I’m in my sixties,
every time I go to make a cup of tea in the kitchen,
pussy rubs against my feet.

I want to kill pussy before pussy kills me.

By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison

The American Experience

She thought he loved the cat.
He had told her he liked cats
but what she saw was a man
who loved cats.
She didn't like men who loved cats.
She only had the cat as a pet because
she found the cat polite company.
She one day bought the cat a fish
and when the cast greeted her
purring and rubbing up against

Has Anyone Seen My Pussy - Bawdy Limerick

My Tomcat drives me up the walls
On neighbourhood kitties he calls
Sired more than one kitten
With sex he is smitten
He’s gonna be losing his balls!

A Funny or Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
04/30/23

Ode To Pussy Cat

Pussy cat pussy cat
Your growls and your yowls
Your calls and your mauls
Patting me down
Making me into a nest
Your jaws and your claws
Ouch pussy cat!

My Singing Pussy Cat

I had a little pussy cat
That used to play a tune
On a penny whistle 
As it sang to the moon.
It wore stripey trousers 
With a funny hat
That said it was king
Of all the other cats.

It had a best friend
A little gray mouse 
They played hide and seek
All around the house.
It sent me a letter
One sunny

The Thief

i didn’t steal your sun
i stole your smile last night, when
my dreams kept you busy with dreaming, for a
faraway land,
where people grow smiles in the rain,
and love’s born from lotus mad,

now your smile shines on my lips,
is honey for the nordic bees,
uplifts my eyes into the clouds, my face
radiates fireworks,
everyone asks me “ what did

My Pussy Cat Speaks

 I am a cute little pussy cat
I love to lie on my mama’s cot
I always chase the ugly rat
That comes to gnaw at my master’s hat

I wear a striped coat of fur
When I relax, my tail I stir
You know it is milk, I prefer
You can hear me sing a refrain- ‘purr’?

On my face I

Stemp Staimoss

She spoke herself as Goddess.
I am Mathamma Goddess to
The lute of lonely men.
I make divided couples,
That men shall suffer
And there loyalties are
Divided to make profit for me.
A whore underserving of love
Might I than be your concubine.
To smile and hug your wife
that she is ignorant of our
togetherness.

Papa Prizes Prurient Pubescent Pussy Riot Glacis

(alternately titled: a pudendum posse petty filed trophy - 
by hy phen - made declarative).
 
Appearance of the New Courier
(with namesake "Georgia Ives")
flew into the courtroom
faster than Bold face WingDings.

After the judge opened
waxed sealed envelope stamped
with official legal imprimatur
sound of silence filled courtroom.

Once particulars perused 
highlighting prickly principle details,
a noticeable con jug gay shun
didst Impact

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