Peeves do not make very good pets.
quote by Bo Bennett
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They'll Be Dropping One On You
Some people live to create havoc,
There aims are causing scandals,
Among this group of degenerates are,
Those I'll call graveyard vandals.
They topple our stones and ornaments,
Destruction is what they crave,
But in reality they're just imbeciles,
Who else would destroy someone's grave?
They dropp their kegs regardless,
They urinate on our stones,
The stench is quite disgusting,
It can't be good for our bones.
They allow their pets to roam our land,
As they sit and drink their beer,
They desecrate our holy ground,
They destroy everything we hold dear.
They truly are a breed apart,
Their morals are straight from a sewer,
They should all be taken out and shot,
Then hung on the end of a skewer.
This also applies to those who think,
We are just their pets latrine,
If we did the same in your backyard,
I bet you wouldn't be so keen.
How would you like to be fouled upon?
I bet you'd make a fuss,
So why on earth do you bring your pets,
Then let them foul on us.
There are those who think they cause no harm,
As they exercise their dog,
By walking away and leaving their mess,
You are treating us like a bog.
So think before you bring them here,
Please try and show some grace,
This is not an outside loo,
It's our final resting place.
One day soon your clock will stop,
That's when you should feel fear,
For it's more or less a certainty,
You'll be laid to rest in here.
As your mates above wreck the place,
You'll think that's so uncouth,
But don't forget you did the same,
When you were but a youth.
As your friends and pets are doing their bit,
You can no longer cause ado,
As you lie there looking up at them,
‘' They'll Be Dropping One On You ''
My Three Pet Peeves
MY Three Pet Peeves
Three things I hate most in life,
And struggle in my fight and strife.
I hate to see people lie.
They say they can justify,
For them lies have colors.
For me lies are bad manners.
For them lying is as easy as eggs.
For me lies have very short legs.
I also hate people with excuses,
Though this will be of no uses.
For he who excuses himself,
Does nothing but accuse himself.
I also hate coming late to any activity,
For this is a sign of naivety.
'Better be late than never',
Is the weakest excuse ever.
Better come early than late,
As if coming to a blind date.
I hope one day the world will be,
Rid of these pet peeves and ever happy.
Omar Jabak
18/4/2009
poem by Omar Jabak
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Pet and Gadget
My grandpa spent his leisure with pets
I don’t get time from my gadgets.
Busy in my gadgets till I can endure
leaving dear pets fully ignored.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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They'll Be Dropping One On You
Some people live to create havoc,
There aims are causing scandals,
Among this group of degenerates are,
Those I'll call graveyard vandals.
They topple our stones and ornaments,
Destruction is what they crave,
But in reality they're just imbeciles,
Who else would destroy someone's grave?
They dropp their kegs regardless,
They urinate on our stones,
The stench is quite disgusting,
It can't be good for our bones.
They allow their pets to roam our land,
As they sit and drink their beer,
They desecrate our holy ground,
They destroy everything we hold dear.
They truly are a breed apart,
Their morals are straight from a sewer,
They should all be taken out and shot,
Then hung on the end of a skewer.
This also applies to those who think,
We are just their pets latrine,
If we did the same in your backyard,
I bet you wouldn't be so keen.
How would you like to be fouled upon?
I bet you'd make a fuss,
So why on Earth do you come in here,
Then proceed to foul on on us.
There are those who think they cause no harm,
As they exercise their dog,
By walking away and leaving their mess,
You are treating us like a bog.
So think before you toilet in here,
Please try and show some grace,
This is not an outside loo,
It's our final resting place.
One day soon your clock will stop,
That's when you should feel fear,
For it's more or less a certainty,
You'll be laid to rest in here.
As your mates above wreck the place,
You'll think that's so uncouth,
But don't forget you did the same,
When you were but a youth.
As your friends and pets are doing their bit,
You can no longer cause ado,
As you lie there looking up at them,
‘' They'll Be Dropping One You ''
Best Friends Again
There's a beautiful place in Heaven
for dear pets who pass away.
It's there they wait in happiness
for their very special day.
When God's angels call my name
one pets wait will end,
as we run to greet each other
and become best friends again..
poem by Ron Tranmer
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I don't have pet peeves, I have whole kennels of irritation.
quote by Whoopi Goldberg
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A True Story of A True Pet.... My Grandmother's Pet
Pets are always very precious!
They feel and understand our feelings and sorrows!
My maternal grandma an humanist
She tame many pets like cats, pigeons etc
It is her hobby and fun!
She gives foods to her pets regularly and sufficiently
She feeds the pigeons and cats
She love her cat a lot!
She gives milk, meat, fish, bones, rice as his foods
Her pets love her a lot!
She takes care of them very lovingly
But those days were very strange and sad!
My grandpa had died that day!
After his death, that cat not used to eat anything and survive without food
He was behaving very strangely
Even that cat could understand feelings of grandma about her husband That cat was sad to see grandma in pain and couldn't tolerate the pain of the mournful death
At last, the cat had died because of not taking foods
Grandma found it under the bed
Grandma says that was her favorite pet!
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Parrots make great pets. They have more personality than goldfish.
quote by Chevy Chase
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Everyday America
Wake up at 7 a.m.,
Do the laundry,
Tend the pets.
Go shopping,
Make dinner,
Pick up the kids.
Go home,
Then do it again.
poem by Andrea Smith
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I wish outer-space guys would conquer Earth and make people their pets, because I'd like to have one of those little basket-beds with my name on it.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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My favorite song
I get lost,
In my favorite song.
All my fears,
Disappear.
All my bad memories,
Go away.
All my good memories,
Come to me.
I remember,
All the good times,
With my family and pets.
My favorite song,
Has made me happy,
Once again.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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What Difference Does That Make?
What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
People have done this,
And for years make claims what they know.
When in actuality they know not a thing.
Not about the people they talk about or the surroundings.
And these are the folks who are expressing disbelief.
Whether it is about something done or what has been achieved,
Right next door.
Or the kind of lifestyle a relative lives and not one perceived.
There are people who have complete conversations,
Discussing other people they have yet to meet.
And when they see them in the streets they give them attitude.
Without one word ever shared or a hand extended to greet.
What can anyone say to another,
When opportunities to have meaningful conversations...
Have been skipped to compare one's appearance,
To relatives, neighbors, pets and meaningless nonsense.
'Hello.
I'd like to introduce myself...
Since no one else has done it.
And I don't want to be like them.
I'd like to establish a process,
That has a start that progesses to a middle...
And grows to produce positivity that never ends.'
~You know I know you.
Stop playing around.~
'What's my real name?
Not my nickname.'
~What difference does that make?
We still gon' be related.
What's your real name anyway?
I never knew that.~
'And you say you know me?
How? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A demarche-Cauchy3-tricks
A demarche…
Take a pictured horse as deer.
Who will treat deer as horse?
Gods will say that.
All as pets are teacher pets.
Horse then goes as deer.
Throw the stones to test the water depth.
Games with theorems are centered guards.
Take a test upon aha actions.
With images of horse they all are Tory.
With image of deer they all are foes.
Invite a wolf into house or close the door to kill the dogs are after math after test.
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Why ever not for Thad
A heaven without animals
would be no paradise for me.
Pets love is unconditional
and given unreservedly.
The pets which have preceded me
although their leaving caused me pain
I am quite certain I shall see.
The love we shared will still remain.
Because they act instinctively
as their creator meant them to
They are from sin completely free
As innocents entitled to
pass through the pearly gates with ease.
Greet their creator face to face
In answer to the fervent pleas
of spirits who have earned their place.
Perhaps in time I’ll qualify
though I am burdened down with sin.
I cannot see a reason why.
St Peter will not let them in.
27-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Sweet Memories
Those were really good times
When we were taught Nursery Rhymes,
Mummy catching our little fingers
Taking us together wherever she lingers,
We crying aloud innocently
When Dad scolds us accidentally,
And Mom taking us in her lap
Saying 'Dont cry dear, take a small nap',
Days when we cried for chocolates and ice-creams
Harassed everyone by our noise and screams,
Days when we were out teachers pet
Howsoever we torture them yet,
Those were really good times!
Those were really good times!
Now we do miss our childhood days
Those really good and naughty ways,
Now that we are grown-up pets
There is not at all any fun left,
How sweet are those memories
When we not at all had any worries,
I wish I go back to those days again,
Is it possible for me to regain? ? ?
poem by Kavita Iyer
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Poem: Field Mouse
An unsuspecting, little, field mouse
committed a simple mistake one day;
it unwittingly entered my rented house,
not knowing my cats wanted to play.
My feline buddies, Hijinx and Mischief,
decided to live up to their spirited names;
sadly, the field mouse was offered no relief –
for the boys had a live prize to claim.
By its tail, my cats had live entertainment;
although they’re allowed to have their fun,
from this one deed, my cats will never repent;
for they again had disobeyed - rule number one.
Since their English is not very good,
their one restriction they tend to forget;
so it’s not surprising they misunderstood,
my rule of: “Pets are not allowed to have pets! ”
So now it was time for me to intervene;
performing an unexpected “Animal Rescue”,
I now became a mouse catching machine
and watched him scamper away from my view.
A new retrieval approach, I had to posit;
with the boys closely monitoring my work,
I quickly chased him into a nearby closet,
hoping my cats wouldn’t impatiently go berserk.
Removing items from the closet’s floor,
and contending with this fuzzy foreigner,
I eyed the boys – to keep him from being gored.
Eventually, I trapped him in the corner.
By the time I reached him, he had died –
traumatized until his last heart’s rush.
Unlike my curious pets, I became teary eyed,
as this escapade ended… with a toilet’s flush.
poem by Joseph James Breunig 3rd
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Turkeys
Turkeys are amazing pets
Better than cats and dogs.
By their large breasts,
Symbolizes liberty and peace.
Turkeys give us manure and eggs.
Some people eat them,
But others only feed them.
For me, I give them my bear hugs.
Pardon me, I ate turkeys last Christmas.
I must admit the taste was good.
But then, I decided I would
Rather keep them in the woods.
So from now on, I promise
I'll be a good companion for them.
I'll keep them safe,
Feed, and cuddle them
like never before.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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With Eyes I Cry
Eyes may cry on eve of winner’s day,
But ears will also melt from the sunny way.
My pets shall deliver a tear of regret,
Me and my animals, they’re such good friends.
Let the hearing of some be minute,
And let them all preach the same message
So that we do not congratulate anyone.
Merely we’ve cried a dropp of heaven,
Listen to dew in the spring as the shine is on.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When We
Baby...
Ooh baby...
When we...
I gotta man to love me down all night
I just hate it when we fuss and fight
Sometimes it's hard for us to get along
But I miss him when he's not home
Nobody ever finds the perfect man
But I'm a make the best with what I have
Reminiscing on when we touch, boy we make good love...
When we...
(When we...)
When we...
(Oh when we baby...)
When we...
(When we, when we...)
When we make good love
When we...
(when we...)
when we...
(when we...)
When we...
(ooh when we babe...)
When we make good love...
We been together for three long years
But I don't mind cryin' meany tears
Over something that I can't control
But I love him wit all my soul
Nobody ever made me feel this way
We gonna make it through the good and bad days
I know you'll always choose what's best for us, cause we make good love...
When we...
(When we...)
When we...
(Oh when we baby...)
When we...
(Oh when we baby...)
When we make good love
When we...
(when we...)
when we...
(when, when, when, when, when we...)
When we...
(ooh when we babe...)
When we make good love...
Boy you make me realize
That your that special one in my life
Youre my soul mate sent to me
Ain't nobody gonna be good to you as I can be
I will love you faithfully, cause our love was meant to be
Cause we make good love...
[Repeat Hook 1x]
[Repeat Bridge 1x]
[Repeat Hook 3x]
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Why Can't I Be Good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I act like a man
Why can't I be good
And do what other men can
Why can't I be good
Make something of this life
If I can't be a god
Let me be more than a wife
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
I don't want to be weak
I want to be strong
Not a fat happy weakling
With two useless arms
A mouth that keeps moving
With nothing to say
An eternal baby
Who never moved away
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
I'd like to look in the mirror
With a feeling of pride
Instead of seeing a reflection
Of failure a crime
I don't want to turn away
To make sure I cannot see
I don't want to hold my ears
When I think about me
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
I want to be like the wind
When it uproots a tree
Carries it across an ocean
To plant in a valley
I want to be like the sun
That makes it flourish and grow
I don't want to be
What I am anymore
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
I was thinking of some kind of whacked out syncopation
That would help improve this song
Some knock 'em down rhythm
That would help it move along
Some rhyme of pure perfection
A beat so hard and strong
If I can't get it right this time
Will a next time come along
Why can't I be good
why can't I be good
Why can't I be good
Why can't I be
song performed by by Lou Reed
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