Thursday, September 17, 2015

An Ode to the Human




Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love you to pet me
Until I am through

Tulips are yellow

Tree trunks are brown
I'll bite you and scratch you
Till you take your hand down


18 comments:

  1. Bravo! A true poet of the protest movement. Or perhaps a war poet ? Definitely not a romantic.

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  2. Another one of your stupendous poetic pieces, Spitty. Have you started looking for a publisher? Poetry isn't big on the best seller lists, but even so, I think it would be worthwhile gathering your masterpieces together in one elegant volume for the sake of posterity.

    Megan
    Sydney, Australia

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  3. MOL that sounds exactly right! Love your eyes in that picture Spitty dear! Smooches!

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  4. Your words say one thing but your eyes are saying the opposite. Great poem by the way. Let's play with my shmousies now

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  5. The look really conveys the message, too.

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  6. Oh Spitty - very well said. M is laughing. You always make her laugh cuz you are sooo funny.

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  7. Violets are blue
    Roses are red
    You touch me again
    And you will be dead!

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  8. You have such a way with words Spitty.

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  9. Just enough an not a bit more, huh? Sounds right ta US!

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  10. Only you can say it so well :)

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  11. Bwahaha! You're the feline version of Shakespeare, Spitty!

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  12. Spitty you certainly are having lots of fun with poems and songs lately, and we LIKE it. XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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Leave me a meow or a hiss; I don't mind a hiss or two. . . or even a bitey.