'orrible!

orchidee

It's 'orrible in our house at mealtimes

At least it is for KP

I dish her up sewage every meal

As for Fido and I

We have roast dinners

Strawberries and cream

Luxury foods, whatever we want

While KP has her meals in Fido's kennel

 

You cad, you bounder, you ******

They call me - oops, best mark this one 18+.

It can't be helped though

Gotta be done

To keep her down a peg or two - or ten!

 

Aww, why she complain, and say

'You never compliment me or say anything nice to me'

But I'm too generous

I reply, 'Why, I appreciate you each day'

And say, 'You're looking more old-trout like each day, my dear!'

It's terrible! LOL.

 

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2026 03:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Mad Adventure No.473863862 or summat like that, of Fido, KP, and me. lol.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 28
  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • arqios

    Another mad adventure O🕊️🙏

    • orchidee

      Thank you A. lol.

      • arqios

        Welcome dear O🕊️🙏🏻

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Orchi, you had me laughing from the first stanza. 😂 Poor KP...though I suspect Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus has already declared your household a sovereign province of Glugana, where roast dinners are reserved for those deemed sufficiently gluggified. Wonderful write, my friend. Have you seen the latest Baters' episode? If not, let me tell you...it's explosive. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • orchidee

          Thank you T. Why explosive?! WCAT!! lol.

        • rhmn_7

          LOL indeed dear orchid 🙂

          • orchidee

            Thank you R. lol.

          • sorenbarrett

            Orchi you sound so Rodney Dangerfield in this as he said "You must have been something before electricity madam"

            • orchidee

              Thank you SB. lol.

              • sorenbarrett

                Always a pleasure Orchi

              • Thomas W Case

                Savage humor with a crooked grin—you swing insults like a rusted blade and make it sing.
                There’s rot under the laughter, and you let it stink just enough to feel true.

                • orchidee

                  Thank you T. lol.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Beware she may get her revenge, a friend of mine lives next door to her mother and you would not want to argue with her!!

                  Andy

                  • orchidee

                    Oh no! lol. Thank you Gold.



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