Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Too many mind. Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy, too many mind... No mind."
There you sit in themiddle of the floor kitty,blocking my pathway.
There you are walking,around uselessly tall human,disturbing my nap. . .
I'm humble in size,It's the fulcrum not the lever,I take you down, bitch.
Cat haiku.Heh.And all this time I thought poetry's nadir was "There was an old man from Nantucket..."
I lie down in plainview that you may worship me.I'm benevolent.Purr
Morning shuffle tobathroom, tangle of cat infeet, curse and meows.
Glock Kitty is not amused.
for now I will yieldlater your laundry will bemy hairball depot
Oh, and a haiku has references to nature or seasons. These are mostly Senryus.Though any time I tell someone of this fact, I feel like the guy who use to frequent my workplace (used game shop) who learned to speak Japanese for the sole purpose of playing video games not released in the States.
AR Kitty would like a word with you.
Spring dawn sunlight patchgiant, you step wide around methe food fills my bowl.
Scat cat !Mike
Cat, in way.Looks like deflated football.Cannot resist urge to kick.
At 1:19 AM, May 12, 2007, Paul said... "Oh, and a haiku has references to nature or seasons. These are mostly Senryus."Cats ARE nature.
I curl, purring inthe chair that smells like your butt.Why must you roust me?
Florescent light glintsOn my ten extended claws.Why does mommy yelp?
BTW, labrat made me spew Vault Zero all over the keyboard, and staghounds wrote, like, a real haiku!
I'm in ur wayz, blockin ur paff.
do you have anyproblems with smelly dog shitsticking to your fur?
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