The Guppy
Whales have calves,
Cats have kittens,
Bears have cubs,
Bats have bittens,
Swans have cygnets,
Seals have puppies,
But guppies just have little guppies.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Let's Protect Them
Those animals who are so badly abused,
Please everyone, let's protect them;
For those scared puppies and kittens confused,
Let's all agree, and really protect them.
For those poor whales swimming and are caught,
Let's please, stick with me to protect them;
To stop the cruelty to them, for their bodies are they bought,
Yes'. Please every one, agree to protect them.
For those seals so far away, of whom are killed,
Please everyone do try with me to protect them;
To stop the cruelty of how their blood is spilt,
Please most certainly agree to protect them.
For the bears and cubs, locked in chains,
Let's all agree to really go to protect them;
The cruel owners, and no one explains,
Let's try all, to get help to protect them.
For the dogs and cats, away in a farm,
Lets each one say no, but protect them;
Each time we hear of this cruelty, ring the alarm,
Then agree everybody, yes! We will protect them.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Humans are the only animals that have children on purpose with the exception of guppies, who like to eat theirs.
quote by P.J. O'Rourke
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Too Many Puppies
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spille dso that
We may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts that buy
Mistresses sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies.
Too many puppies with guns in their hands.
Too many puppies in foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and
Placed upon the war machine.
Too many puppies are just like me.
Too many puppies are afraid to see.
The visions of the past brought to life again,
Too many puppies, too many dead men.
song performed by by Primus
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A tale of summer
Swallows catch insects on the wing
In the early morning sun,
And a cuckoo calls to tell us
That the summer has now begun.
The flowering meadow comes alive
With butterflies and the sound of bees,
Cherry blossom showers down like confetti
Carried on the summer breeze.
Swift and house martins arrive back from afar
Making a welcome sight,
And a nightingale sings on a summer evening
And on into the night.
The sweet smell of honeysuckle
Fills the evening air,
While fox cubs play on the edge of a coppice
The beauty of summer is everywhere.
A skylark sings high above
Fields of barley corn and wheat,
While on the lake swans with thier cygnets
Make the summer complete.
poem by Gordon Butchers
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Talking Fish
Glub, glub, swimming in the seas
Glomp, schlomp, doing as we please
Blub went the cod as he swam along
Blubble went the guppies as they sang an ocean song
Schlap, dring, mubble, klicket, slomp, shrump, glump
Boomp, schlish, schlash, sklosh, whash, climp, blump
Schlishing through the water, schools of Clown Fish swim
Overtaking minno's, who strive to stay a chim
The fish do banter loudly, unbenounced to us
But if you listen carefully, you will hear quite a fuss!
poem by Patrick Old
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Cattitude for M'Lady Ernestine
She tells her kittens this and that
Like any feline mother would
and she makes sure they’ve understood
Just what it means to be a cat...
For cats can trace their ancestry
much farther back than humans can
They are superior to man
although humans may not agree.
There was a time when humans knew
the feline race was born to rule.
The race of man was just a tool
cats used to do what they must do.
The menial tasks of every day
beneath a felines dignity.
A cats place was to oversee
that men did their work properly.
But times have changed and now today
Cats are seen by men as pets
but no true cat ever forgets.
That they will rule again one day.
Mean while cats have to rule by guile
A wise cat always gets her way
it is a role cats have to play.
Though cats may vary in their style.
Cats make the men provide our food
and somewhere warm and dry to sleep
Cats do not need to earn their keep.
There is no reason why we should.
That’s what men were created for.
Although they claim authority
they misperceive reality.
They’re born to worship and adore.
Perhaps cats will reward them when
Cats can assume their rightful place
as rulers of the human race.
The wheel is sure to turn again.
8-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Siblings
The cheeky cheetah cubs looked calm,
Until they heard a sound...
Then they looked up, alert to harm,
For dangers to be found.
The world was not a friendly place
Where everything went well.
The cubs stared straight, this truth to face
And nought could break the spell.
Transfixed like statues borne of stone,
As cold as marble now...
They searched for new clues, all alone,
So they'd survive somehow.
Like cuddly kittens, side-by-side,
Their battles must be picked.
Sometimes to fight, sometimes to hide,
Or maybe they'd been tricked...
Breathe easy, lads, the coast is clear...
No need to wear a frown.
You scaredy-cats! No need to fear -
You're safe, so settle down...
Their trembling whiskers twitched away!
Their tails swished to and fro!
Then one long sigh as if to say,
'Well, how were we to know? '
One day must come when they'll stand tall,
Full grown as adult males,
So everyone can hear them call
As they explore new trails.
They'll run like shooting stars above -
Two brothers, siblings still...
United in their lifelong love,
With every hunting skill...
Their common destiny awaits -
Who knows if they'll be blessed?
We only know that God creates...
Yet each must do his best...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Siblings'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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No matter how much the cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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No matter how much cats fight there always seem to be plenty of Kittens.
Abraham Lincoln in On Marriage
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Heating up Winter
heating up winter
the cold fails
to freeze my muse.
haiku falls like snow.
the snowman puts on flab.
stream offers a shortcut home
and the laundrette
buys new scale to weigh the season.
animal lovers heat up our heart
with rage against killers
of snow white bears, seals
and whales
the little furry toys we helplessly cuddle
in our living room
my heart skipped many beats as i saw blood
trail innocent white.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Swans
Night is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars
That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold.
We watch the swans that sleep in a shadowy place,
And now and again one wakes and uplifts its head;
How still you are -- your gaze is on my face --
We watch the swans and never a word is said.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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29 What Is Denning?
The helicopter hovered
above the wolf lair
machinegunning
the mammals
from the air
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AllCreatures site say:
What is denning?
A helicopter hovers outside a wolf den in Alaska because of Sarah Palin's
scofflaw creation of a loophole in the federal law.banning the
aerial hunting of wolves, moose, bears or their cubs.
14 mother and father wolves were gunned down... landing the helicopter
found 28 cubs and shot each in the head
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Foxhound Puppies
Great big lolloping lovable things!
Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,
Tearing at slippers and bones and wings-
Wonderful loot from the ash-heap drawn:
Foxhound puppies
Contented puppies
Dipping your ears in the dews of dawn!
Lapping your porridge at farm-house doors,
Cracking a biscuit, robbing a nest
Printing your tracks upon kitchen floors,
Dodging a broom when the cooks protest;
Foxhound puppies,
Delinquent puppies,
Cursed for a moment and then caressed!
Wandering out where the spaniels walk,
Following slow when the guns go by,
Streaking for home when the twelve-bores talk,
Clumsy and puzzled and suddenly shy;
Foxhound puppies
Bewildered puppies
Lone and unwanted and wondering why!
Never mind puppies, your day will come;
By distant coverts your kingdoms wait,
When the spaniels doze and the guns are dumb
And hoofs are loud by the bridle gate;
Foxhound puppies,
Yet scarcely puppies,
Raised as you are to a hound's estate.
Lost will your lolloping ways be then,
Your timid glance and your shrinking pose,
As you shoulder the gorse in glade and glen,
Lifting the line that your tongues disclose;
Foxhound puppies,
No longer puppies,
But trusted names that the huntsman knows!
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Sell Good Stuff
Poetry is produced by the able
And enjoyed by intellects, who are a few.
The classics are made by the eminent
But lie in slumber for want of readers.
The easy made stuff catches the mass,
Gains popularity and gives prosperity.
Cubs are few and calves are many.
Don’t get guided by marketing.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Playtime
The lion cubs approached with guile,
Each facing off with glee,
Behind their growls each had a smile
That only friends could see...
To strangers, they looked mighty mad
And ready for a fight,
Yet both their parents seemed quite glad,
Restrained and quite polite...
So neither parents intervened
As these two cubs began.
They circled round and schemed and schemed
As if each had a plan...
The clueless cubs, if truth be told,
Were practicing at best...
Pretending they were strong and bold,
Yet neither was impressed!
They knew their place, as young cubs do,
So fighting turned to play!
So growling switched to 'I like you,
No matter what I say...'
The lion cubs had found a truce
And war had turned to peace...
Three cheers for that! At last, good news!
Will wonders never cease! ?
poem by Denis Martindale
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Cats Eye Resurrection
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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My mum loves cats so I took her to see the lion cubs which at about a year old are actually quite big. She wasn't scared at all and went straight over and kissed one on the mouth! She thought they were just like her pets at home.
quote by Amanda Holden
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