When Does A Cat Sing?
Catty, is a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say that!
She is really, smart and nice,
And when you say , ' PISS PISS ', twice,
She opens her eyes,
Widely with a colorful bright,
To see if somewhere, is a mice,
In black or in white!
Believe me, that she is,
Really smart!
She feels when, your 'PISS, PISS ',
Is from your heart,
And not just a game,
Of your Ego-Fame!
Yes, she is,
Very smart, indeed!
When she sits, quite comfortable,
She can see what is on the table.
And then with a long sound,
Begins to sing and applaud!
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau,
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau, !
And then, in a jump,
Your food, can't be found!
Catty, is really a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say THAT!
poem by Yoseph Lupu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Conscientious Deacon
(A song to be syncopated as you please)
Black cats, grey cats, green cats miau—
Chasing the deacon who stole the cow.
He runs and tumbles, he tumbles and runs.
He sees big white men with dogs and guns.
He falls down flat. He turns to stare—
No cats, no dogs, and no men there.
But black shadows, grey shadows, green shadows come.
The wind says, 'Miau!' and the rain says, 'Hum!'
He goes straight home. He dreams all night.
He howls. He puts his wife in a fright.
Black devils, grey devils, green devils shine—
Yes, by Sambo,
And the fire looks fine!
Cat devils, dog devils, cow devils grin—
Yes, by Sambo,
And the fire rolls in.
And so, next day, to avoid the worst—
He takes that cow
Where he found her first.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pissheads
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna see the crack in your arse
when you're lying on the grass
dont wanna hear your shout
when im just out walking about
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna see your veins
coming out your brains
dont wanna feel the pain
of your life put down the drain
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna think your my destiny
when i feel the addict in me
there has to be something more
than pissing on the floor
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont want the crack and the smack
when it only puts you back
to the bare necessities of being in the park
and staying out till dark
staying out till dark
so no-one sees
poem by Petra Creffield
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You read a lot about movies with budgets of $25 to 30 million. Hell, if a studio can piss away that kind of money, why not let 'em piss on me?
quote by Roy Scheider
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Hush A Bye Baby Updated
Hush-a-bye-baby
On the lap top
When its piss flows
The space bar will spark
When its piss leaks
The cursor will stall
Reset removes baby
Google and all.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Frustrated Times
TWO fat hands,
two left feet,
your a looser with a gun.
YOU take this life with
your evil ways, then piss
it out for fun.
ITS cold and dark
in your cave,
still you find your way
around,
you take this life with
your evil ways, then piss
it out for fun.
THIS story ends with a
rabbit in a hat, and a
creaking of his cage,
his eyes are sharks,
his hands are sharp,
and his shadow kills the heat.
poem by David Gerardino
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In Biddy's Cheeks Ye Roses Blow
In Biddy's Cheeks ye roses blow
In Cattys nose they rise
From Biddys lips soft accents flow
And streams from Catty's Eyes
The jet that Biddy's brows display
To Catty's teeth repairs
And Biddy's Lillies bleachd to grey
Appear in Catty's hairs
Yet all ye world sweet Biddy toast
neglected Catty lyes
While she deserves ye Bumper most
who most attracts our Eyes
poem by Thomas Parnell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Computer Blues
What's this?
Are you taking the piss?
A night on the tiles
Has put an end to your smiles?
There's even a rumour
You've lost your famous sense of humour!
It doesn't really matter whether
You're in a bad mood or at the end of your tether,
It's enough to drive you effing beserk,
The effing computer doesn't effing work! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Piss In My Mouth
criminal sitting on buses
who follow me home bound
make me a broken sick clown
has there been a crime against
me and my mouth
but with mind control
you can't see or fight back
you sit with piss just in your mouth
and women of all colors and crusades
who would believe they do theses things
surly only the very sick
now today i sit
with my arm crossed over
and hell bound with my Utah real pain
ready to be home ward bound
bland to the world of my own
mouth rape i am in piss
with no will and control
over my mouth
of being a toilet
poem by Verlecia fields
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
One Thirty-six A.m.
I laugh sometimes when I think about
say
Céline at a typewriter
or Dostoevsky...
or Hamsun...
ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,
ordinary men with hair on their heads
sitting there typing words
while having difficulties with life
while being puzzled almost to madness.
Dostoevsky gets up
he leaves the machine to piss,
comes back
drinks a glass of milk and thinks about
the casino and
the roulette wheel.
Céline stops, gets up, walks to the
window, looks out, thinks, my last patient
died today, I won't have to make any more
visits there.
when I saw him last
he paid his doctor bill;
it's those who don't pay their bills,
they live on and on.
Céline walks back, sits down at the
machine
is still for a good two minutes
then begins to type.
Hamsun stands over his machine thinking,
I wonder if they are going to believe
all these things I write?
he sits down, begins to type.
he doesn't know what a writer's block
is:
he's a prolific son-of-a-bitch
damn near as magnificent as
the sun.
he types away.
and I laugh
not out loud
but all up and down these walls, these
dirty yellow and blue walls
my white cat asleep on the
table
hiding his eyes from the
light.
he's not alone tonight
and neither am
I.
poem by Charles Bukowski
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Why Must You Lie
why must you lie to me
is it for my attention
my sympathy
or a addiction
do you want me to chase you
so you can blow me off
be mean to me
or piss me off
im too tired for this game
we are both too old
this game needs to stop
before one of us explodes
poem by Sandy Nobody
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
An Inch Above The Ground
We just never seem to keep a single promise that we make
We just never seem to mean a single word of what we say
I just can not believe in the very well accepted need to
Piss about your territory and then set off looking for that
Somewhere someplace we've never seen
Where the grass is always much more green
I've found that place you're looking for
I need no keys there are no doors
No signs will help you find the way
No use to call me I should say
I swear I hear not a single sound
I float an inch above the ground
We just never seem to stay for long enough to learn a thing
We run head long between the raindrops
And like the rats we jump the ship that sinks
Why does it always had to be someone something else in the way
Why do somebody always seem to be always on their way
Somewhere someplace...
I turn away from what I see I've found so much more inside me
I know what I don't want to be and that's the way it's gonna be
I swear...
I close my eyes I see not a thing
I just let the wind and sun slip in
song performed by by Quorthon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Can't Explain
I can't explain myself,
I was inlove with C,
Because he was cute,
but now i like B,
he is smart, cute and funny^^
i have dreams of B's friend R,
R is nice to me and he is smart!
And C doesn't even talk to me!
last year he was my bestfreind^^
i am so counfuse!
Who should I pick?
poem by Fire Angel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poo Secrets
Poo Secrets
Are never kept..) It(s..adored
...) it(s..sharing....) it(...with..you
) it(s my deepest darkest fears you out found here.
If I am so smart why does It rant? you
are feeling this.
If I am so smart how did I end up inside
those cold, fast thighs?
I was smart enough to dodge, your slap.
Then the abuse really started....
I kept going back for more...
her verbals became more than Pascals.
My body became more, than her work of art.
It just, was not very smart enough, it became...
Her very own, personal....toy to hurt to maim..
just for joy..as it became dumber she became
smarter in waves...smarter so smart, she
could even stick knives in...it, > it
poem by Is It Poetry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Frankness As Never Before
i live & dwell
right next to the bathroom
with four older brothers
& two younger
so all i hear
all day &
night
is the sound of pissing;
i want to thank you for the metaphor
in the very beginning.
how true it was,
is, will be
that i will piss my way onto the
screen.
poem by S./j. Goldner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What You Are Making Them
Swamp of metropolis and limos:
I am just trying to meet my quota as some Cinderella’s
Coach turns back into a pumpkin,
And the mice eat the cheese:
And I sit and watch with my dirty baseball cap well
Pulled down,
So that I’ll continue fitting in, and won’t be exposed:
It’s always good to wear a baseball cap when you are out,
And male,
And don’t want to be found out- That one of your ears
Should be missing for the busy waitress who just
Doesn’t give a d$mned:
And I am in the Montemarte district of West Palm Beach-
And I have something like three thousand pumpkins,
And I haven’t yet given one away to a pretty girl
With piss brown eyes-
You know, but if that mother comes back, I really want to
Buy her a bicycle:
And when I’m finished, I want to masturbate alone
And then die into a truck or somewhere,
And the nights are well shut off and balmy and the crickets
Are always complaining-
And I can’t stop thinking about womb deep wildflowers-
Girls who live so far away,
Even slightly above the earth in observatories of mountain
Napes:
They sell wine and when you run your finger around their
Glass, they sing without even having to acknowledge
What you are making them.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If rain was yellow
Running like horse piss in streets
It would still be wet.
quote by by Oskar Hansen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Google This!
No need being uninformed
Put an end to moan ‘n piss
Best way to be prewarned
Feeling lucky? Google this!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!