True Love: yeowwwzaa

I entered this in a poetry contest about Dancing Cats.


Poe and Polly were two cool kitties.
Poe was a mouser on the farm.
Polly ate Kibbles and lived in the city,
and fell for Poe's feline charm.
Whenever Friday evening came around,
these two cats would meet in town.
Poe was hoping to learn to break dance.
Polly was too proper & told Poe, "fat chance."
Polly taught Poe the Tango and the waltz
Poe taught Polley how to Swing.
Pretty soon it didn't matter much,
they just wanted to do their thing.
How these two loved to go out dancing.
Pretty Polly called it just plain fun.
Poe thought for sure, that he was romancing,
and sweet Polly's heart could be won.
When they would go twirling across the floor,
with their fine fur flying everywhere,
all the other cats would yowl with glee,
just watching this fine-looking pair .
One Friday night, a new cat came to town;
an old, scruffy alley cat named Duff.
Rumor had it he was sweet on Polly
and he could really play quite rough.
Poe backed him up in a corner,and said,
"Now, Duff, you better keep away
from Polly, cause she's mine, furball.
That's all I'm gonna say.
Duff figured he could beat ole Poe,
with a paw tied behind his back,
so he jumped on Poe with all four feet.
They say it was a vicious attack.
But Poe fought hard and tripped up Duff.
The floor was so slick, Duff slipped.
Duff said it couldn't be a fair fight,
'cause he's had too much catnip.
Poe won Polly's heart that day.
He proposed down on one paw.
She left with Poe and made her home
down on the farm. Heehaw!

FRAN’S FRIENDS THOUGHT SHE WAS A WITCH
‘CAUSE HERE EYELID WOULD TREMOR & TWITCH.
BUT SHE HANDLED IT WELL,
WHEN SHE CAST A GREAT SPELL,
THAT MADE THEM ALL WIGGLE & ITCH.

(true story except for the witch part)

Back when the earth was cooling,
when I was but a child,
I dreamed of conquering the world.
My imagination ran wild.
After turning a bit older,
I decided the world could wait.
I was having too much fun,
to worry about my fate.
As I approached my puberty;
everything about me changed,
I felt the world was a crazy place;
all of the people were strange!
When full 'teendom" hit me,
with hormones teeming and raging.
I was too busy ogling the guys,
to give much thought to aging.
As a young adult my plans were grand;
I'd get a college degree.
But alas, came marriage and kids,
first one, then two, then three.....
The only world I conquered then
was a mound of diapers and dishes.
I spent most of my days forgetting
to ponder my conquering wishes.
Years flew past and found me
sitting in an empty nest.
"Now!", I thought, "I can really tear loose
and show the world my best.
"I'm back to dreams of conquering,
though my focus changed a bit.
I look high and low for a cure for vertigo
and bi-focals that fit.
Everything I touch I seem to lose,
yet I giggle and dance with glee!
I still find things that make me smile;
like a friend who's slower than me!

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She would have been

On a writing forum they gave us a prompt...Write a poem using 47 as the subject.



Grampa left it in his will,
At 47 she would inherit the hill,
the mansion, servants, all of it.
They chuckled at his cruel wit.

Now with her birthday just a week away
What would all the gossips say?
Terribly alone but soon to be rich,
she died the next day at 46.

There's really nothing quite as nice
As being kissed by lips of ice.
Unless it's a hug from a great pal,
Who bears his teeth, drools and growls.

Edward will always be my guy
Because he taught me how to fly.
Jacob will always be my friend
though he hates the smell of my skin.

Heck, it doesn't even bother me,
That while I'm dining at KFC,
And looking over my shoulder for the Volturi,
Ed's sucking the life out of poor Bambi

Someday when my wish comes true
My skin will also be pale blue.
I'll go out hunting with the Cullen crew
And get my own special "venison stew."

I guess some things are just meant to be
Like Edward, Carlisle, Esme, and me
Except for that gal Rosalie
Who can't even stand the sight of me.

This story only has one fatal flaw;My best friend may become my son-in-law!