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Wannabe Lolcats

JessAnn — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 17:47:56 +0000

My cats try their best
To pass the internet fame test.
Their pictures are often amusing,
Especially ones where they’re snoozing.
But when it comes time to caption they type “mFfCCXQyzHivUsj”-est!

Moral: Abide By My Chosen Lifestyle or Be Terminated

donteatacowman — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 22:51:12 +0000

There was a carnivorous dude
Who thought animals were only food
So, searching for chow,
He once ate a dead cow
But then choked to death as he chewed.

Bad Kitty, No Limerick!

Terraina — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 20:41:35 +0000

Oh the cats go meow,

Please mommy feed me now.

But they just don’t see,

The food I made is only for me.

Eating in peace, though, they just won’t allow!

I Met Death on Meth

Marilyth — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 19:26:10 +0000

Once I spied the Grim Reaper.
Who sneered at me through his peeper.
I was hooked on the Meth.
Until I saw Death.
Now I’m just a sleeper.

The Coroner

JessAnn — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:30:19 +0000

He was a master at his art
He loved to tell how the dear did depart
He’d say, “My profession is death,
and this man died while on meth
after lighting his own fart.”

Angsty Limerick

donteatacowman — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:22:16 +0000

He promised he never would leave her
And that he would never deceive her
And though vows of love strong
Held all her life long,
He never thought he’d have to grieve her.

Skinjob Romance

Heather — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:18:14 +0000

She’s a robot who just can’t believe
He tells her the truth, makes her grieve
But he’s not a creep,
Just dreams ‘lectric sheep
So hand in hand, together they leave

He thinks he’s superman.

JessAnn — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:16:24 +0000

I was sitting on the eaves
Watching the falling leaves
When I spied a man
Making love to his hand
While quoting Christopher Reeves.

Pop Culture Osmosis

donteatacowman — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 00:55:54 +0000

“Shakespeare was a wonderful poet,”
Thought a man who had no way to know it,
So he sat through Macbeth,
Which bored him to death,
And now he tells Shakespeare to stow it.

Stage Fright

Miriam — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 21:34:43 +0000

At last approaching the podium
The eyes that hold me are noisome
I blink at the light
A shriveled, weak wight
Clear words to sheer pandemonium