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A blue cat with a blue hat,
named Pattrick, or Pat,
Comes closer to a white rat,
on his back, gives a pat,
And asks, "Oh, Mr Rat!,
"I am Mr Pat, the cat,
Write your name on my hat,"
Rat, scared and fat,
Knows can't run a bat,
Says, " 'I am the father of Pat",
Blue Pat, now a red cat,
Thunders," What you say, rat?"
Rat says, "My daughter is Pat,
Patricia is a white furry rat",
Squeaking in front of cat,
"Tell me your name, stupid rat",
Says now a di-coloured Pat,
Rat says, "I am Pat, the rat,"
"No! I am Pat, the cat,"
"Yes, and I am Pat the rat",
"Stop messing, you stupid Pat,"
"Yes, Pat is stupid and fat,"
Now, Pat had a smoking hat,
Pat hurls so hard to small Pat,
Pat jumps side to his hole of rat,
From inside, comes shout of Pat,
"Hey, Pat the cat, I am Pat the rat",
"And Pat the cat, is stupid and Fat,"
Pat the cat, removes his blue hat,
A pile of its pieces, on them he sat,
Sits there Pat, till comes out Pat.
This a poem written for fun and lighten the mood.
Class, listen up,
The comma is vital to any kind of writing.
It signifies a small pause in the text, allowing a breath and differencing two of the same sentence.
Take for example the phrase, "I help my uncle, Jack, off the horse."
Now take away the commas and you're left with a very different sounding phrase.
Use commas!
Ik there are at least three people who will enjoy this XD
Em MacKenzie Jan 7
Karma’s not a ***** she’s a *****
and I’m done ******* her.
She always wants more
and never comes on time, if at all.
We can’t even be friends
Prettyboyfloyd Dec 2024
On the bottom build
My mountain top
Im miles of hundred
Low a more high.
The bottomless pit
Still find me love
a phone call missed
Call himself god.
God is blocked silly
Havin time of life
Life of time and beer
All the good stuff
Worth to born a live
And pretend die
God on parkbenches
Just for the fun
And the looks gettin
Cant get enough
Just a smile a still
Hopelessly in love
With everyone and
everything on skates
As he rolles buy.
Zywa Dec 2024
He is cool-headed

in e-ve-ry joke he makes --


he is serious.
Novel "The Green Knight" (1993, Iris Murdoch), chapter 2 Justice

Collection "Unspoken"
Pax Nov 2024
I am never
the comedian,
But I am
the joke.
When I was growing-up, I was different, in a way i speak, walk or talk. Yet physically i was just a normal boy growing up knowing nothing on how the society works. I was confident to what i like and don't like, then been bullied  or humilated by doing it, because it was not the norms for a typical boy. Then I became fed up with it, that in my teenages years i learned to be alone and be alone, trying to fix something that didn't need fixing. Life goes on in my teenage year, still being bullied until in my collage years that i learned which to ignore and to which to defend. In result to all this i became a loner, choosing wisely when to socialize when needed to or else i rather be alone. That is why also i never care finding someone anymore, i find comfort in my own space.  Being Old alone is not such a bad thing anymore, we all go there in some point in time.

To conclude my personal journey, I guess being bullied physically or emotionally has/have a long time effect. It will scar you, but it will never defined you, you'll get strong as you understand the viewpoint in perspective, life gets better when you know how to live a good life.
Emery Feine Oct 2024
I finally had the courage to reveal my truth
Loosening its two-year-long choke
And when I finally told it to a friend
She laughed at my "hilarious joke".
this is my 89th poem, written on 4/9/24
Alan S Bailey May 2024
Verse 1
Hello toilet, my old friend
I've got to go now once again
I've been waiting for a great while
This time I'm going the ex-tra mile
With a force that few have ever known,
Sheer will alone,
I'm taking...the ****...enormous

Verse 2
In truth it feels more than I can take
I could pass out-and yes there's no mistake
That this straining-it is as such
Upon a mountain where lightning struck
Where I felt the challenge
May be well beyond my strength
What it might take
Attempting...the ****...enormous

Verse 3
And in the end I can now feel
This force of nature makes me reel
Pushing a boulder of such great size
Pushing a stone so big-one can't deny
Making a log-giving it your all-one may survive
Yes-in all my life
As this was...the ****...enormous

Verse 4
By my word-I feel-that this is it
Upon this toilet throne I sit
An overwhelming explosion from inside
With no place in my mind left to hide
As this was-unreal-yes, you can take my word,
The gigantic...****...enormous

Verse 5
And my goal it now seems in sight
I give it all with all my might
In a strange vision this very moment
As this an unreal bowel movement
And soon I feel:
Like the clear shaking in the earth
That as making n' breaking waves
I'm stunned and dazed
From taking...the ****...enormous
(Sang to the tune of "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel)
I own nothing. Enjoy!
...well, nothing accept the world 'size of **** taken' record.
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