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PalominoOasis Apr 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".
wordvango Nov 2016
parade then serenade me wordless foolish
brash then coyly fervently shush
me with that smile
fit me into the folds of silkish
flesh the  fuzz of peaches cushiness
brush me with eyelashes
feathered
long
like traces of
heaven flash
hold me with velvet
inside
arms of holding lastness
caution me with whispers scold
me with rushing cries

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