Sylvester Poems - Poems about Sylvester

You see sometimes even though our being up to date is by virtue a thing some of these people after the market day will come up money and ideas however all about may end up in rigging and fumbling ...

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Sitting on the crescent moon, the jokester was quiet. His black sidekick Sylvester, an alley cat, needed a riot. But he kept his counsel and pretended to meditate too. It is the best way to get along with a jokester like Boo....

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A story about my Sylvester, Should yield a booster, Every honest sentence defying a duster His preferred designation, “A father” not Master. Thirty-five years in an office That smelt of telephone and letter But he wouldn’t telephone the police, Relationships patching up for better My own Sylvester Never bowed to any harvester, Himself, a green finger, Whose farm jobs didn’t linger. My own Sylvester Would...

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Tweetie Pie Knows Sylvester is sly Of the cat he is wary What a clever canary! Sylvester Will seethe and fester When Tweety makes a mad dash He exclaims 'suffering succotash! Cleritoons Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May 09/05/21...

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Sylvester the Cat, the lisping schemer, would get smashed flat by Granny swinging her broom in a rage when he tried to lunch on her bird in a cage. Tweety Bird, clever canary, spoke when danger occurred. Inside his cage the wee, wary one sat and said, “I tawt I taw a puddy tat!” September 2, 2021 entered in the Cleritoons contest Sponsor: Joseph May...

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I thought I saw a nasty cat! I did. Oh fancy that! Sylvester I must tell you, You're a very naughty cat! I also have to say That you are terrible at maths! You miscalculate your aims That's why you fall face down - Ker-splat! You misjudge your target. You only realise mid your jumps. You're very sorry for it now 'Cause your head...

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Sylvester, a black and white cat court jester; with a caged bird obsession, his voice is funny and also his expression ! Tweety, a yellow bird who teases that cat sneaky; singing songs in his squeaky voice, oh, for a bird hunted he certainly does rejoice ! _______________ August 29, 2021 Poetry/Clerihew/Sylvester and Tweety Copyright Protected, ID 08-1385-277-29 All Rights Required, 2021, Constance La France Written for...

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(This is a fictional poem) I had dinner at one of the best restaurants in Hollywood. The prices were high but the food was good. Sylvester Stallone came in the restaurant with Lindsay Lohan. This was something I didn't understand. Why was she dating him? He's old enough to be her granddad. I overheard what he said to her and...

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