I held him high above my shoulders
and watched them call "The Cat!"
The News being quick to show him off
for what was called "The Fat!"
Then told him that he'd made the News
for what it was to act -
A crazy, common scary way
of what it was to fact -
That all good News has cheered you up
for what has come to man
When calling you depressed all day
and keeping to the plan
That making News for all the world
is lacking in it's means
When all your cats are not ignored
for what is left to scenes
That even News can spread the views
for ratings that go down
When even cats can see the world
as what it means to frown
A man with towel and cellphone
Returned with news, The enemy's gone!
Locking the bedroom door
He'd piled bodies on the floor
But Zweeee! He forgot one last one
LeClaire was at his Traitors Post
Getting a roast
From the Indian seller
One heck of a yeller
“I did not have an affair!”
She did swear
“I sold this guy
What he wanted to buy
A nice gift
To give his new bride a lift”
LeClaire
Felt very scared
There was no time to stop the press
Reporting this mess
Only find the truth
About an issue ready to hit the roof
Putting on his snow shovels
LeClaire headed out to prove the faithful knight had a lover
Seeing heroic foot prints he fixed his notebook
And took a look
Preparing for a fight
Knowing this path track was right
But then there was thunderous rumbling
An avalanche started crumbling
Feeling lucky like he rolled a seven
Escaping from going to heaven
This was not the one
Being smothered following Goldie lock knight and his mistress hon
When danger all cleared
Something else appeared
Which made LeClaire fear
A knight with golden locks
Image put LeClaire in shock
“Interview with you was fun
Did the story run?”
LeClaire feeling he was done
Peering up not knowing what to say
Except “it ran today”
I have been in in this country for almost 30yrs
I never new people would even try to rob a person on welfare.
They home is a fire hadzard from everything they have stole from other places even from stores they stole from, accounts from other people they had Rob.
Now I see now why they stopped continue robbing those places.
for I see I've become come a victim of being rob, violated
and being homeweck by the type of people that violate innocents.
The others pretending they are my provider that had provided me with all the things I have.
but yet forgot I've been my own provider since the age of 16 when I was I started to earn my own income ,and teachings the same to my son as well.
For shame for shame most of them have a job making they salery while me I caused to lose my job because of bunch of freaks on drugs and some are just freaks.
But yet for some reason I am dealing with bunch of noodle heads assuming I am a store or a bank to try to get some.
Of course I had to report them all for this doesn't make any sense.for the shame of them I really do not know who I am being mistaken for.
A bin in a sin is a din a Zen. But a booming bongo basket could always equate to a left hooked right winged shark. Oh gosh it's dark.. Oh dear. Oh no. A cracked out fish on a display. Er. Even the wildest foot could not display a metric feet. And a multi mule is a kilometre in a mud pit. But nevermind the cellar in a cesspit which always roles twice in a moon. Over and over but not oversized. Oh well. Big deal. A fathomable bag of conversation is a broom curve in a bush. la la laughable long-term lines. And a bracket form of the United Methodist isn't a little late but I don't know what to wear and the clan of the article is an antic formed by a deity of widespread wisdomatic curvaceous dew. Hahahahaha spill moons. Hahahaha sip suns hahahaha aerial dynamics xxxxxxxxxxxxxx polypeptides polynomial polynomial xxxxxxx executioners exiting xxxxxxx delve not in a diva dive xxxxxxxx had he Hendre hat xxxxxxxxx general Glitter generally xxxxxx Philipsburg point xxxx hypercholesterolemia xxxxxxx z p y q reporting from p y what p y Q reporting? Xxxxxxx
Call to honor my abstain
the wielding part be not mundane
the seizure's clout, remove the pain
in leadership's doubt do not profane!
But truth and semblance, all contain
the Book of Life, this yielding same,
Oh honor's glory, I must name
and give content's truth to solve wane!
Reporting, in true essence frame
is solid, scored, the best remain ~
as not the echo of complain
that rides the story . . . to its' shame!
Nor fond opinions raise the cane,
each word's disciple, edits feign
condemns as rifle targets claim
the victims' eyesful, reader's stains!