Doggone Comfy!
Plush fur.
Kitty's purr.
Snuggle, nuzzle,
cuddly bubble.
Lovely, toasty.
Doggone comfy!
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A Bubble In My Heart...!
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that floats
Like it is made out of soap
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that dance
Like it is riding on the breeze
A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that sings
Like it knows how to sing
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that roams
Out of my heart in to the storms
A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
Baby can you see that
Yeah the bubble in my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that shines
Much more than sunshine
A bubble a bubble in my heart
Yeah baby, there is a bubble, a bubble in my heart....!
poem by Rowving Smith
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Pinkle Purr
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned he learned from her.
'I'll ask my mother,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.
And little black Pinkle grew and grew
Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.
And all that he did he did with her.
'Two friends together,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.
And whenever he thought of a thing to do,
He didn't much bother about Tattoo,
For he knows it's nothing to do with her,
So 'See you later,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that's nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo…
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
'Dear little Tat,' says Pinkle Purr.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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No Thank You
No I do not want a kitten,
No cute, cuddly kitty-poo,
No more long hair in my cornflakes,
No more midnight meowing mews,
No more scratchin', snarlin', spitters
No more sofas clawed to shreds,
No more smell of kitty litter,
No more mousies in my bed.
No, I will not take that kitten--
I've had lice and I've had fleas,
I've been scratched and sprayed and bitten,
I've developed allergies.
If you've got an ape, I'll take him,
If you have a lion, that's fine,
If you brought some walking bacon,
Leave him, here, I'll treat him kind.
I have room for mice and gerbils,
I have beds for boars and bats,
But please, please take away that kitten--
Quick--'fore it becomes a cat.
Well...it is kind of cute at that.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Kiss and make love
Touching lips like a butterfly
Gentle caress, gentle embrace
An endearment lifetime long
Brush the breast like a butterfly
Cuddle so softly with embrace
Endearment felt with a hug
Kiss and snuggle slowly done
Stroke to caress to embrace
Bear hug and brushing lips
Feel and fondle, rub hips
Graze and handle with care
Massage neck and nuzzle
Play around, squeeze, stroke
Hug and kiss, make love
Caress, curl up and enfold
Fondle, huddle and hug
Kiss with love and nestle
Nuzzle snug and soft to touch
Stroking, tasting, touching
Shy away for a moment
Feeling, caressing, fondling
Come together and massage
Brush and caress, collision
Cuddling with a loving touch
poem by Char Pattrick
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0247 Tiptoeing into Saywell Country
oh shitty kitty
what a pity
kitty's bitter
you're out of kitty litter
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Chant Of The Blues
(nathaniel cole)
I don't know why i'm so doggone unlucky today.
Just got the news that my best gal has left me to stay.
Things were pretty rosy,
We got along so fine.
Until another guy moved in
And handed her a line.
I don't know why i'm so doggone unlucky today.
So i decided to try and get her off my mind.
Started to walkin', to see what enjoyment i'd find.
Was invited to a party,
Then there was a fight.
A fella got a whippin'...
You guessed it right.
I don't know why i'm so doggone unlucky today.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Have You Ever Seen A Cat That Could Dance?
I don't remember a witch
...but there was a black cat,
who sat down beside me
and told me that -
'This cat has strong legs, and the love of thrills'
'I like to climb things - including hills'
The story smelled fishy, not what it seemed
Truth better than fiction, who would have dreamed?
'A lovely wee cat, a lovely wee kitty
so kind and so playful, but most of all pretty'
Have you ever seen a cat that could dance?
to writhe and wrigge, wiggle and prance?
What a sight to see, for you or for me
my eyes became locked and wouldn't come free.
But that was the plan, from start until end
to hook me with dance to make me a friend.
This cat was not mean, this cat was not cruel
this cat was amazing, pretty and kewl!
Now the plan has succeded,
and we are together.
The pup and the kitty,
forever and ever.
poem by by unknown author
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Kitty Is Her Name
I have a lovely cat,
Kitty is her name.
Seeing a moving ball,
She likes to play a game.
She loves to eat tuna fish,
Ice-cream in summer day.
Mew, mew she calls me,
And follows me, all the way.
When I watch television,
She watches channel Nick.
Thus, she learns from there,
How to make a trick.
She sleeps on a pillow,
Uses quilt in winter days.
I love my cute kitty cat,
Will be loving her always.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Horse Buddy
here is something very stately
About the average horse
There is beauty in their structure
And they are very large, of course
Their eyes are warm and soft
They seem to understand
They would purr if they were cats
As I rub them with my hand
They love to nuzzle and touch
You gently with their nose
It’s always very wet
Because they lick it, I suppose
They are people animals for sure
They don’t want to be alone
They need the barnyard close
To their owners ranch-style home
Yes, there is no animal I can think of
Nor one that I would study
More than the tall and sophisticated
Wonderful Horse buddy!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Girl Is Mine
(WITH PAUL McCARTNEY)
EVERY NIGHT SHE WALKS RIGHT IN MY DREAMS
SINCE I MET HER FROM THE START
I┬┤M SO PROUD I AM THE ONLY ONE
WHO IS SPECIAL IN HER HEART
THE GIRL IS MINE
THE DOGGONE GIRL IS MINE
I KNOW SHE┬┤S MINE
BECAUSE THE DOGGONE GIRL IS MINE
I DON┬┤T UNDERSTAND THE WAY YOU THINK
SAYING THAT SHE┬┤S YOURS NOT MINE
SENDING ROSES AND YOUR SILLY DREAMS
REALLY JUST A WASTE OF TIME
BECAUSE SHE┬┤S MINE
THE DOGGONE GIRL IS MINE
DON┬┤T WASTE YOUR TIME
BECAUSE THE DOGGONE GIRL IS MINE
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN HE
TAKE YOU ANYWHERE
BUT I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY
LOVING WE WILL SHARE
SO COME AND GO WITH ME
TWO ON THE TOWN
BUT WE BOTH CANNOT HAVE HER
SO IT┬┤S ONE OR THE OTHER
AND ONE DAY YOU┬┤LL DISCOVER
THAT SHE┬┤S MY GIRL FOREVER AND EVER
DON┬┤T BUILD YOUR HOPES TO BE LET DOWN
┬┤CAUSE I REALLY FEEL IT┬┤S TIME
I KNOW SHE┬┤LL TELL YOU I┬┤M THE ONE FOR HER
┬┤CAUSE SHE SAID I BLOW HER MIND
THE GIRL IS MINE
THE DOGGONE GIRL IS MINE
DON┬┤T WASTE YOUR TIME
BECAUSE THE DOGGONE GIRL IS MINE
SHE┬┤S MINE
song performed by by Michael Jackson from Thriller
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Kitty Reid's House
Air - 'Country Bumpkin.'
Hech! hey! the mirth that was there,
The mirth that was there,
The mirth that was there;
Hech! how! the mirth that was there,
In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo.
There was laughin' and singin', and dancin' and glee
In Kitty Reid's house, in Kitty Reid's house,
There was laughin' and singin', an' dancin' and glee,
In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo.
Hech! hey! the fright that was there,
The fright that was there,
The fright that was there,
Hech! how! the fright that was there,
In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo.
The light glimmer'd in thro' a crack i' the wa',
An' a' body thocht the lift it would fa',
An' lads and lasses they soon ran awa'
Frae Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo.
Hech! hey! the dule that was there,
The dule that was there,
The dule that was there,
The birds an' beasts it wauken'd them a',
In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo.
The wa' gaed a hurly and scatter'd them a',
The piper, the fiddler, auld Kitty, an' a',
The kye fell a routin', the cocks they did craw,
In Kitty Reid's house on the green, Jo.
poem by Carolina Oliphant
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Wednesday
To everyone else Wednesday is nothing more than
the middle of the week. But to me Wednesday is
much more than three days to Saturday. See to
me Wednesday is like Christmas, my birthday,
and Valentines Day all rolled up in to one.
For every Wednesday my love and I take time out
for one another. We run a warm bath with milk
rose bubble bath and light candles. As we soak
we gently caress and hold one another. Then
after the bath we dry off, and go sit by the
fire. Meanwhile, as Kenny G. plays on the
stereo we snuggle. Now as we snuggle I watch
the reflection of the crackling fire in my
lover's eyes, and it makes me fall in love with
my lover all over again. Now, after about an
hour of snuggling by the fire we both drift off
to sleep in each others arms. Only to be
awaken by Thursday morning's sunlight.
This is why Wednesday is much more
than just the middle of the week to me.
Treatise Traded for Tract
At one time, I so loved your lips
That I could overlook the cruel
Words which issue out of them,
And I so loved your dancing eyes
That I could try to see you as
The rebel who you said you were,
But time has passed and passion's
Ebbed. I freeze in fright (or is it
Hatred? How those two go hand
In hand, as we did once, but never
Mind) beside you at your parents'
Table, beggared, not by lack of
Food, but lack of social integration.
I don't own a polo shirt, and my
Car doesn't peel and purr. I haven't
Made it yet into a comfy cube, from
Which I place my bets on teams
I've never seen, and I believe, as
You asserted, that the beaten
Folks, who haunt the rooms
Around my own, should be here
Now, to take their portions. You,
I know, have changed your mind,
And gelded, amid gilt, have gone
From rebel back to daddy's darling,
Echoing his cruel words with
Such once-lovely lips.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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Vero
Puzzle, nuzzle, muzzle, guzzle;
Bread of sorrow and bread of life!
But, come and show me the way to the righteous sea.
Call in Vero to understand my muse!
Muzzle, puzzle, nuzzle, guzzle;
And like the act of a simple poem on you,
But, so meaningful! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Live Kitty and a Puppy Atop a T.V.!
A live kitty
And a live puppy
Atop a TV!
I placed a kitty;
Also a puppy,
Atop a TV
Box – my ditty!
But there wasn’t much place;
They could not fit the base;
Each had a lovely face;
My eyes began to gaze!
The kitty girl was smart,
And sat as if by art;
The puppy boy was small
And slept until my call!
Cute little animals
Looking so lovely;
To make them sit there,
Wasn’t that easy!
I coaxed them to do it;
When one sat, the other stood;
Both had to pose,
For my photo, close.
The kitty mewed;
The puppy whined;
They never liked
The narrow place!
The kitty black
Sat with duck-back!
For puppy slack,
I knew not the knack
The light was dull;
Shadows were full;
But both were still,
After some drill.
At last, I clicked a photograph!
It came out well after all;
It wasn’t so clear;
Behind, there was the wall!
And this was done
When I was a boy;
How well they adjust,
Animals, when young!
Like puppies and kittens,
Children too are so innocent;
They do not carry ill-will;
Love looking o’er the window-sill.
The kitty and the puppy
Remained very happy;
They licked the milk together,
From the same container!
They chased each other, playing;
And sometimes even biting;
The kitten mewed and snarled;
The pup would bark and bite.
Young children too are like-wise;
To talk with, they are nice;
They love to eat and play;
From dawn to dusk, throughout the day.
They fight over little things;
Unlike adult earthlings
Forgiving others soon;
Admire the Moon!
And children love small kittens,
And caress them with love;
And like to wear mittens,
Or keep warm ’fore the stove.
And children love small puppies,
And play with them for long;
And tease them to have fun,
And make them to even run.
Alas! Adults are different;
They fight for everything;
They will not forgive others,
Nor forgive their brothers.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-7-2008
poem by John Celes
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Bad Cat
ignore that cat
don't feed her
you know you won't keep her
that skinny kitty
that plain little thing
she is untame
you don't know where she's been
it is a feral thing
not to be trusted
nor cared for
if you try to feed
a damned cat
she's gonna be a mess
she will stay at your door
until you are
fed up
'no more, bad cat! '
you're gonna tell her
'go! '
so she'll leave
even lonelier than before
traces of her
will be everywhere
you'll never hide
that there was once
a little kitty
at your door
then that cat will be
long gone
more starved
cos she got used to
you feeding her
she is a troublesome thing
so just ignore that cat
don't feed her
you won't keep her
that skinny,
dirty,
lost kitty
poem by Kitty Marie Lucas
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Weather Watch
Sky's all funky, dark and cloudy,
thunderstormy weather brewin'.
Deep insidey, house all warmy,
coffee 'n cakes're what I'm doin'.
Don't be runnin' 'round outsidey,
windy, rainy, get all wetty.
Hair all tangly, shoes all soaky,
face paint runnin', not so pretty.
Stay insidey from the weather,
in your beddy, comfy cozy.
Snuggle tightly, all caressy,
warm and happy 'round your toesies.
poem by John W. Fox
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The Cat II
Mice waltz down my throat
and birdhouse birds fly headfirst down-
More would but for this tell-tale bell
with which I'm collar-bound:
Forewarned, they scattersqueal
scurry downstairs to their comfy lairs.
Remember, I'm a cat.
Nothing to do about that.
Exhausting my nine ends
I'll straightaway ascend 'way up to kitty heaven
(a biggish sort of alley)
chockabloc filled with my old friends.
Cream me, kipper me, even
tax me with inoculations
You doing that
I may occasionally, occasionally,
(if the mood befalls me)
catch a rat.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Here come theworld
Lovely happy people and joy
Colorful culture and race
Cuddly kisses all around
Hugging and all
Kind and caring
Honest and humble
Happiness surrounds
With peace
poem by See Fee Lee
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Kitty Play
One little kitten,
Looking at his paw,
Second little kitten,
Standing watch in awe,
Third little kitten
Don't know what he saw.
He's staring at the Kitty,
The kitty that's in awe,
The third little kitty,
I think that's what he saw.