I whipped this out in 10 secs, you can do the same!





"Why"

Kittens, Crat turds, Crat lovers
Why God, Why?
Crat turds, Tabbies, crats
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this blue horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of crats
Like a Poe character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Calicos, kittens, Siamese
Why God, Why?
Crats, Siamese, Crat lovers
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this blue disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of crats
Like a Poe character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this blue misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of crats
Like a Poe character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?

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HenryC470 (AK!) posted this in the Crater, thought you all deserved a chance to let your creative genius run amok!

Dan

Pres., TYHC

www.ItOnly.RockNRoll

Grooovy, man. (followed by the sound of the audience snapping it's fingers)

I don't think I have cat sonnets in me Dan. But I do remember: The tire was thumping....I thought it was flat.... When I looked at the tread....I noticed your cat....Birman shave!

Dan,

The answer to your question is very simple. The reason you are surrounded by crats, is so that you are close to your work.

As like the "Blues Brothers", you are on a mission from GOD. Therefore, my good man, go forth and do God's work. AAAAmennnn

Hog Killer

Hi, I'm new here. You guys are really something! I don't have a lot of experience but this sounds like a lot of fun! I don't have any guns but I blew one up once. I really like explosions! I don't mean I blew up a gun, it was a cat. Does that count?

"Air Rifle"

On the hood of my truck there stands,
My next door neighbors kitty and,
From my back door
To his nasty form
Is only thiry feet.

So with stealt and nerves of steel,
Behind the door I feel
For my pellet gun
The shinny one
With the stoned down trigger sweet.

Then with movement slow and steady
Throught the opened door I ready
My treasured arm
To send forth harm
And knock him off his feet.

Nerves of strength and metal
Bring the crosshairs down to settle
On the small white spec
Where chest meets neck
Sight picture is complete.

Slowly squeeze the trigger
The white spot grows red, and bigger
As the leaded slug
Takes the thug
He lunges fast and fleet.

Off the truck he runs away
This has been his judgment day
Into a bag
The next door hag
Knows nothing of the feat.

As his last breathing rattles
There is no one there to tattle
He's in the can
A well laid plan
And I will catch no heat!

DD and worriedman, That is easy for you guys to say! I have near zero artistic talent. derf

Mr. Worriedman, herro to you! You do armost haiku! Over and over armost! Too much over GI but still numba 2 stuff! Princess Li rike beau coup hope you do more some time.
Sometime Li hear Nung people tark rike that, bring back fine and honorabre past. Sometime Li hear some say Vengence is soup best served cord. Something rike that.

Li go now.