Lovely Penelope Pussycat
hung around at the local laundromat
till Pepé Le Pew got a good look
and decided to snatch her by hook or by crook
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
"Rainbow bridge is her final resting place, only paw prints in my heart remain of earth"
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Our cute family cat was called Poshpaws
She’d leave ‘gifts’ of dead mice in our house
After killing her victim with razor sharp claws
We’d discover the remains of the poor mouse
And would often hear my mother grouse!
Poshpaws followed dad round like a dog
But she’d never get under his feet
She’d bask in the sun curled upon a log
Watching him trim the lawn to make it neat
The joys of cat life were certainly sweet!
But Poshpaws developed a double life
Sometimes missing for twenty four hours
She’d found a second home causing us strife
But old photographs proved that she was ours
Car accident killed her, both 'owners' laid flowers
I saw the paper and said “you have to be kidding, right?”
For there on the front page was owl and pussy cat, right in sight.
They are not THE owl and the pussy cat, someone said in a snotty way.
But what if they are? I asked, thinking it would be great today.
They can’t be, because those two are fiction, right?
As if the newspaper isn’t fiction? I asked him, ready to fight.
We tiptoed around each other the rest of the day.
That was six hours ago, and now we’re ready to play.
Pepe Le Pew
Quest for love he would always pursue
But his over enthusiastic romantic way
Is rejected by a skunk look alike who keeps running away.
Penelope Pussycat
Smothered in kisses and squeezes she would always combat
A black cat with an accidental painted white stripe
Penelope knew she wasn't that type.
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12.09.21
I was out in the garden trimming the tree
when a woman that looks like a chimpanzee
said can you help find my pussy
if a pussy needs help then help I must be
I got in her vehicle
through the front door
I was calling her pussy
as waterworks pour
strict rules put a lock on her back door
pussy gets out and wants to explore
with her wet cheeks looking sore
I said a lovely pussy is yours
we were coming around the mountains
shouting out things
hoping her pussy would come
smiles it brings but she felt numb
she wanted her pussy to come
see her hairless kitten your eyes stuck
trying my hardest but no pussy came
she needed it now starting to cluck
I whistled I shouted, I hummed and sung
as she called oh God please I need luck
hard on my whole soul undone
then coming in a speedy run
with great pleasure overcome
suddenly her pussy had come
screaming with delight my pussy my fun
my pussy my one my pussy has come
The little pussycat
I’m just a little pussycat
I stretch and yawn and purr
I laze around the fireside
And groom my silky fur
I sit upon my mistress lap
And let her stroke my head
Give a little meow
So she knows I must be fed
When the night time comes along
I sit there by the door
I hear the sound of silence
And it’s time to go explore
When I’m out upon the street
I spit and fight and scowl
No longer just a pussycat
I’m a panther on the prowl
I hide amongst the shadows
Where it’s really hard to see
And chase away the other cats
Within my territory
I arch my back and stand up tall
And never show no fear
I howl like a werewolf
Whenever they come near
With mouse in mouth I head back home
When the birds begin to sing
My mistress then will open the door
And I try to sneak it in
No, no, no, not again
I’ll hear my mistress scream
In exchange for the dead old mouse
She’ll give me a bowl of cream
Then I’ll settle by the fireside
Contentedly I’ll purr
While away the daylight hours
Wash my paws and fur
I’ll stretch and yawn take a nap
Scratch along the mat
My mistress is so proud of me
I’m her little pussycat
He wanted to kill his pussycat
After it ate up his beloved rat.
Took it to the river,
Threw it, turned to leave her
Then suddenly had a change of heart.
He dove right in to save the poor thing.
Never minding he knew not to swim.
The pussy swam away
To the safety of bay.
Drowning, the young man started to scream.
How he got out, only he can tell,
Dripping and scared, like he was in hell.
Started the long walk home,
Lonely, if truth be told,
With a terrible sea-water smell.
Hating his cat, and hating himself,
He entered his house, just around ten,
To see his pussycat
Settled on his brimmed hat,
Tending with care to its stressed out legs..
What due is this, O feline fierce,
for what affront thus penalized
with calibrated nips that pierce
for soft caress unauthorized?
T’was you with brazen move unasked
who burnished coat upon my limb.
What dire affect iconoclast
did stir your feral feline whim?
The cat is oft like womankind
beyond man's feeble intellect,
a primal spirit state of mind,
requiring manners circumspect.
He's a kind of layed back Democrat
Watch the Republican attack with a bat.
I heard his lame comment
His mistress causes torment.
She's as fierce as a mangy pussycat!
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