Cheeky Missy
Yes, Bats and Shit, the Whole Shebang
...just referring to it.
No, I\'m NOT Talking Shit,
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He shows the piece which \'scaped the litter, whence
I clean their box anew; then tells the tale
Of how one kitten in the sink sans bail
And t\'other on the toilet kept him thence
Frae using thus the bathroom, I fr\'intents
Forgetting how they left the rugs detail
Askew, in there, and where I\'d brewed t\'avail
Yes, Barry\'s, poured my cuppa, what, for sense?
While they\'d been playing ere, once my tea in tour
Was ready, Peter set him near, and Tigger\'d do
The honours, sitting in my chair as twere
Pleased that they beat me there and ver\'ly knew.
He shares his milk by half, they\'ll next bestir
To take his chair. Oh LORD, save us, won\'t You?
27Jul25b
Curious, eh?
Like, Once Upon a Time So Long Ago
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Bats: flying in silence just where gloaming\'d hail;
Now in the fragile balance twixt the dense
Black of pure night and final glimmer thence
Of light, how voiceless! Soaring through the vale,
Then dipping, flitting twixt the darkened tale
Of Maples like a dream whose essence hence
Eludes my grasp, oh! How I want fr\'intents
What, eh? The vision haunts, as if t\'avail.
He dredges late the mem\'ry in as twere
A trice, by asking \'bout aught mammals who
Have flight; I think to talk of, in a poor
\'Scuse, odder features, like the one which\'d skew
All measures, called the platypus. Bestir
The bat, and LORD, we wait anon for You.
27Jul25a
All right, I blame all of you.
Of Liver Sausage and Laughter
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Oh, liverwurst! Chopped salad kits paired thence
With that old flick Charade dredged this detail
Up by sheer chance, til our discussions\'d hail
Desire, and now, what pairs with it fr\'intents?
Chopped salad kits. Toast rye and spread from hence
Not Fancy Feast paté, but to avail
Yes, liver snausage! Oh, how yummy! They\'ll
Just use that line in movies, but\'s pretense.
And burgers for our dinner, cake in tour
Dessert, how Robert joins us for a view
Of that fun eighties romp I\'ll laugh in poor
\'Scuse too much oer, lo, Inner Space. That through,
Laugh \'gain oer recent antics til he\'d stir
Himself to leave. And LORD, how we thank You.
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