Alone with you and the cat,
I watch you play.
So boring you two are,
I walk away.
You keep playing,
The cat growls at you.
It scratches your hands,
And feet.
It cuts at your neck,
You fell to the ground,
I come back to see.
I just laugh,
And walk away.
Your dead body,
Left on the ground.
Author notes
Haha, my twisted poem about the cat. I took it this way of course, it just came to me, you know? Enjoy it.
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A contest entry
- It Begins With... by Dalaney.
825 points, ended July 7, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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haha This one is cute and funny I loves it!? ^^ xD I feel weird for commenting on this poem like this
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lol...enjoyed. It makes me happy when people just have fun with contests and you, I hope, had fun with this one. Thank you so much for entering. Love, Lane
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Now, that's not very nice! (But if everything was nice, we would have no guilty pleasures!)
The comic timing and delivery keeps this from being horrific, but for its basic content it does seem like something from the mind of a psychopath.
By the way, I love my cat. I know she could kill me any time she wanted to, though. I hope she doesn't see this and get any ideas.
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