PalominoOasis
PalominoOasis
Apr 14, 2012

Patches is a cat
a very pampered cat
She sleeps on silk cushiness and eats fillets of mouse
Charming everyone, she has the run of the house
She hacks up hairballs on the rug
once I saw her eat a slug
covered in fleas
she's quite hard to please
But she's our cat
Our very pampered cat

© PalominoOasis
April 13th, 2012
Patches dosen't really sleep on silk cushiness or eat fillet of mouse, but the rest of the poem is actually true.
Yes, she did really eat a slug.
This poem is based on a song we wrote about Patches called "The Pampered Cat".

yo sup
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ugh .................................................................­.................................................................­.................................................................­.......................................................

big
fucking deal.............................................................­.................................................................­.................................................................­..............................

yiiks
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duhhh
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hell no
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fo shizzle my nizzle
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­hell
fucking
yeah
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n­ope
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hel­ls yes
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str­aight
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I­ won't forget the Pampers. Love you too. Bye.

Guess if it was a male or female? Ethnicity?
Give up! Let me give you a subtle hint. IT'S THE FUCKING N TRAIN TO ASTORIA!!!
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#love   #apple   #new   #big   #phone   #conversation   #york   #cell   #subway   #astoria   #pampers  
Paul Hardwick
Paul Hardwick
Feb 1, 2013

As you get older
and the effect of years
Man they want you to wear Pampers
and i might be alone here

Man no I will shit myself.

Thank you nurse.  :-)

'Never deprive yourself.

arise, no one will pamper you're all alone
Nirvana
Nirvana
Dec 7, 2015

lighting up a cigarette    
feels really great
taking its small puff
is living happily, enough?

the ash is falling
and so do we
the smoke is rising
and that's what we aim to be

the cigarette burns it deep
and so we've to perceive
to have a successful reap
for smoky appreciation we'll receive

the first puff could be choking
but do we quit smoking?
alike failures are the stepping stone
arise, no one will pamper you're all alone

burn out like a cigarette
to achieve something great
fall like ash, rise like smoke
learn it from cigarette dear folk

don't panic if something goes wrong
have patience and stay strong
after all a cigarette is finally thrown
as we die our body/story is sown...

A smoker can relate to
And a person can relate too
but a poet/writer can relate the two!
#alone   #die   #smoke   #cigarette   #success   #ash   #arise   #pamper  

Smile,
I am your simile
Cry,
I carry on
Shout at me,
I enjoy your hoot
Play fool with me,
I am cool
Wet me,
I am not upset
Hit me,
I am not hurt
Kick me,
I kiss you
Bite me,
I like your taste
Trample me,
I am fine
Pull my hair,
I rejoice
I am your clown
Heckle me,
I am your pickle
Punch me,
I am your gym zone
My dear light weight champion
You are my delight n’ sunlight
Who else can do so my honey,
If not my Good Grand Blessed Baby!

Smile,
I am your simile
Cry,
I carry on
Shout at me,
I enjoy your hoot
Play fool with me,
I am cool
Wet me,
I am not upset
Hit me,
I am not hurt
Kick me,
I kiss you
Bite me,
I like your taste
Trample me,
I am fine
Pull my hair,
I rejoice
I am your clown
Heckle me,
I am your pickle
Punch me,
I am your gym zone
My dear light weight champion
You are my delight n’ sunlight
Who else can do so my honey,
If not my Good Grand God Baby!

Smile,
I am your simile
Cry,
I am your crayon
Shout at me,
I enjoy your hoot
Play fool with me,
I am cool
Wet me,
I am not upset
Hit me,
I am not hurt
Kick me,
I kiss you
Bite me,
I like your taste
Trample me,
I am fine
Pull my hair,
I rejoice
I am your clown
Heckle me,
I am your pickle
Punch me,
I am your gym zone
My dear light weight champion
You are my delight n’ sunlight
Who else can do so my honey,
If not my Good Grand God Baby!

There were wounds covering the small of my back
Where you stabbed me time and time again
I handed you trust
Watched you dice it like onions
The fumes exhausting my tear ducts
Doing everything I can from letting them flow

The knife is on the ground
Rusted and tired
Those wounds have scared over
I know now what I didn't know then
That trust is not to be catered
It is to be earned
You've exhausted your rations
It'll be difficult to watch you hunger for the taste of my trust,
but I am stronger now than I was yesterday
That, I can thank you for

Sarah Jones
Sarah Jones
Sep 27, 2011

My response to you has always been focused.

This has gladly not been over looked by you.

I have become thoughtlessly biddable and amenable for you, especially in the morning light.

I am consenting, compelled yet not obliged ..........



You have discovered I am nothing but a girl from a circus.

I never tried to hide it. You weren't looking before.

Although I am a fan of amusements, fetes and even frolics, I do refrain from favoring all tricks.

My indulgence in foolery is a sport I plan to employ for a while yet.

Do I care for you to join me and see if I can defy your desire for extracurricular activities, as well as being your carer?

Is this a task a clown would pretend was a harmless challenge.

Perhaps not, perhaps so.



My roots are raw and loyal to the art of play.

I need you to know this and hold it.

A Spanish fly will not be able to satisfy my ears alone?

Sincerity can be a sharp business sometimes.



Obedience to attachment brings around a credulous familiarity thus a dependency

It could easily keep me awake to stare at many moons

It hasn't.



You have seen me stumble and look at you gingerly more than once now

You are not even delicate but you can be shrewd even when you struggle with expectation.



There is a soberness about your beauty I find pleasingly magnetic.

When you leave me alone without your mighty graze

I without question appreciate and yearn for your persuasions and rough tenderness.

Your actions maybe more savory in the afternoons

compared with your visits to my buoyant dreams but you do kindly hold open doors.

I'd pamper you too!
Pure LOVE
Pure LOVE
May 11, 2013

If you are a Mother
Tomorrow's your day
And you should be
Pampered in every way
Not just tomorrow
But all year through
Cause if you were my
Mother
I'd pamper you too!

 
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