Black and white are you Milo.
Wearing your tuxedo fur,
like no other.
You stand alone.
What a presence,
with such simplicity.
Your strength and neediness
says so much.
Remember me
more than the faults.
I chose you as you chose me.
I sat next the guy who sat to that"ole Gal"
that night that they talked it over.
Over and Over again
they talked about it.
I heard words of love
and endearing concerns.
They talked about everything
from frustations to ferns
they spoke of the need to understand
and a bneed to know more
one things for sure
they talked it out.
See what is worth mentioning
in all this constant tentioning
were it needed explaination
it turned up straightened
they talked it over
they talked it over
so that all could understand
hold on Mister
the lady has a point
stand up for
yourself
get out in front
don't hide behind your woman
her needs have been addressed
you got the first part
now lt's finsh this rest
the contract is negocated
so to all concerned
we have one signuture
it's the other parties turn
there it
we should all stand and appluad
thank you all for your
pateince
now lets thank the LOrd!
To feel the anxiety
Being mindful of the
terms of our relationship
In reference to your
charisma and overall
Attractiveness
Got me nervous let you
Know how I feel
I wanna say
Let me say
If you let me
See I wanna
Marry you :have you
As my wife
We if you wanna
Be together
I ain't gaming
Couple up
Make you my wife
Darling I
I am in love with you
Darling I
You make me like this
Darling don't make me
Feeling like I am crazy
We
Us
Together
Got me
Wanting to
Marry you
Honey I
Hear whatcha saying
I feel just like you
It's just you
Ain't no one else
Gotta let you know
Cause moving just
Ain't cool
Got me here
Proposing
On your knees
I am in awe
Just cause it's you
Congratulations
I will
Marry you
Loving you
That's all
I wanna do
tuxedo cat
all dressed up
nowhere to go
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
tuxedo cat’s eyes rose up like a pregnant woman
I had caught him with the expensive vodka
the one we only bring out in December
Is that my cigarette? I give him a stare down
He puts his tail up and arrogantly whisks away
knowing who is in charge here
Your skin like leather
my bulletproof vest
inkling tubes
tuxedo of flesh
harness me
hand on chest
in between sheets
stringing me along like a kite
refrained from taking advice
whistle and jolt
the casual bubble bursts
bleeding love
and
quenching thirsts
My old tuxedo cat
climbs again
onto my lap
seeking the comfort
of my petting rubbing hands,
just as so my heart seeks
the dear comfort
of her soft gentle
purrings.
looking at love
from your perspective
seems that I will
be rejected
should try and
find
a new direction
think you
get off
on rejection
complicated by
extra ordinary things
that how we start
fixing things
can't be neglected
got my needs
and I wanna try and keep
you pleased
sing me right
don't sing me wrong
don't come crying
when all you love
is gone
you can't make it rain
you can't blow the wind
worship
something more
than your selfishness
sing me right
don't sing me wrong
keep it real
you know what I'm on
get it straight
stop rejecting
stay on topic
you been
going in all directions
Tuxedo Tom was a man who was insanely debonair.
Straight out of GQ, he had a manly, handsome flare.
The kitties in the alley were giddy beyond compare
When they smelled a whiff of Tom in the cool night air.
He did not have a big head, but he knew he was cool.
Another cat wanting to fight him was totally a fool.
Because Tuxedo Tom had been to fight-to-the-death school.
And he was not beyond scrapping with any kind of tool.
The kitties in the alley swooned when they heard his patter.
They started licking and primping, and stopped their silly chatter.
Tuxedo Tom was the goal, they would whisper through gray matter.
He batted a hundred every night; he was a terrific lovely batter.
Tuxedo Tom could be frivolous, but never cruel or mean.
He was the dapper debonair Tom, the one the world has rarely seen.
He had children up and down the alley, some were crazy, others keen.
They liked to strut beside their daddy, and his newest queen.
Tuxedo Tom was an old-fashioned, gentleman’s gentleman guy.
Born with a beautiful ruffled lace collar that made the females cry.
They followed him from town to town, begging him for a chance.
He rolled his eyes at their efforts; they often hopped and pranced.
Females are so troublesome, he told his mother and grandma cat.
I truly do not like them much, I think I’d rather concentrate on rat.
That’s fine they agreed, do what makes you happy, you darling boy.
Still he was chased from sun to sun; these females were not a joy.
He became a famous scientist and gave lectures from town to town.
The felines preened and primped, and fluttered all around.
How to discourage them? He asked his fine friend, honest Jim.
I’ll take them off your hands, he offered; a big relief to him.
You impose yourself with a heating posture.It costs you to thank somebody wearing slippers.
Any white tuxedo wearing man would spit at you.
He's tearing up all the streets with no found clemency.Smoking a cigar he finds pity in his kind.
Any heat imposing man would murder him.
And Grandpa, you have to wear a tux, my little grand-princess said.
I thought she was crazy, daft in the head.
I was miffed, corn-waggled, flabbergasted at least.
Honey, you don’t put a tux on the king of the beasts!
How could I rustle through the banyan trees in a tux?
How could I flex mu muscles? Wouldn’t it be a flux?
How could I jump from branch to branch, from limb to limb?
In clothes like that, what kind of running shape would I be in?
Honey, I said, gently, you do not understand. I cannot do it. I simply cannot.
She turned her amber brown eyes on me, and hit my damned sweet spot.
I had loved those eyes since the second she was born and handed to me.
I was her grandpa, her hero, her guardian, her mother’s dad, you see.
So I said I would attend her wedding wearing a tux with a red rose in my lapel.
After all the other stuff I’d been through in my life it might not be hell.
Actually, I looked so fine in this tux that I decided to wear it daily after that.
It brought me a harem of women who named me the “Tuxedo Le’ Cat”.
winter bus stop
a chorus of penguins
puffs of frozen notes
SHE WISHED, HE STILL WANTED THINGS AND PEOPLE
THAT WERE UNABTAINABLE. HER WORKS WERE OF THINGS
SOUGHT AFTER BY THOSE WHO COULD AFFORD THEM. SHE ALLOWED THOSE WHO'S WEALTH COULD HAVE THESE THINGS: HINGS THAT
SOME SAW AS PEICES OF ARTISTIC FLARE.
ONCE WHEN A PERSON WHO RENEW'D HIS INTEREST. SAW HER JEWELS
HE ASKED "WHO COULD HAVE POSSIBLIBY CREATED SUCH ON EARTH
IN THE MIND OF A HUMAN" SHE INTERUPED HIM ANWSERING MY MOTHER, THIS TO TRY AND GAIUN HIS ATTENTION, THIS CAUSED THEM TO BE MARRIED, E WHINED-UP SELLING THE PEICE OF ART AS HIS OWN, THAT'S HOW
THEY MADE THEIR MONEY. SHE WOULD CREATE ART ON CEDAR BOARD, AND SHALEAC THE WOODED PRIZE, AND THEN FIND BEAUTIFUL FABRICS AND
WOULD ATTACH THESE FABRICS TO THE EDGES OF THE BOARDS, CREATING A VISION OF REFINED BEAUTY, SAMPLES WERE SENT AROUND THE WORLD, WERE THESE PEICES CAUSED SOME TO WANT. THEIR WANT CAUSED THEM TO BUY. ONE SUCH PEICE IS SAID TO BE THE INSPIRATION OF THE POEM, " BALLETINE" AND THE SONG "dOS' EN DANCE". ONE SAID PEICE CONTAINED AS THE FRAME AN OBOE THAT ENCOMPASSED A WOMAN ON A BEACH IN A PERFECTLY ABTRACTED ORANGE AND BLUE SKY.
THEY COVERED A WIDE RANGE OF APPROACHES
CERTAIN ONE'S THEY SOUGHT UNFIT, BUT WOULD
REVISE THEM TO HAVE OTHER'S INPUT, THE INPUT
FROM THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN TAUGHT THE SECRETS
OF "tHe DuE-dEn-mOuNd ". tHE aCEINT ART OF
" WRESLTE SCIENTIA"
THEORITICAL SCIENTIA AND THE MORE POPULAR
APPLIABLE APPROACHES. tHE LEDGEND GOES, WHEN
THE MEN OF 500 (HOURS) HAS SEEN THE dELGRIN OF
MEATUS, " WHICH SMIRK'S ARE SUM'S OF MILLIONS
AND THE PROMISES OF GOLD AND WEALTH, FINDS HIM
TO SEE HIS PATH AS THE WAYS TO INSPIRE, HIS CALL SHALL
MAKE STRAIGHT THE WHINDING PATHES
THAT HE ONCE HAD TAKEN. hE SHALL STUDY, TO BE BEST, AND
HIS KNOWLEDGE SHALL EXPAND TO THAT OF A "DuE GeE-bUOf"
THE MALE FACTER OF MATTER, HE SHALL SWELL TO MAKE HER HIS QUEEN
AND THOSE MEN THAT SEEK WEATH SHALL SEE HIM AS GREAT, AND SHALL RECOGINIZE HE SHALL LEAD THEM INTO THE EVENING
THAT THEY SHALL WORK IN THE NIGHT, AND BE REWARDED BY WEATH AND FAVOR ( HOST OF SEXY WOMEN)
THE BLESSING OF gOD, hE WHO CREATES, AND DISTRIBUTES LOVE.
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