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10-19-2007, 05:57 AM
Turnup the Cat
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An angry orange orb, unhappy where it sat
Teetered on the weathered stoop, its bottom wasn’t flat
An ominous apparition that freaked the family cat.
He hawked his own returning, with a yowell and a mew
Never once suspecting the sight that met his view
What flick’ring light, as darkness set, grew and grew and grew?
Suspicion prompted caution, so he arched his back
Fluffed his tail and swaggered, tho’ the deck was stacked
And then the fiend in orange launched it’s dread attack!
Didn’t really take much of ghostly gusty wind
To upset the pompous pumpkin, and down the walk it went
And evil grin…and now it’s gone…. and now the grin again!
Gravity now played its hand, the drive was sloped and steep
Each time kitty rolled up on top, he’d chance a fearful peep
But in his kitty heart of hearts, his desire was to …..BLEEP!
Now hiss and spit and tizzy fit as Turnup met the fray
What a gallant effort, did he now display
But pumpkin took advantage, its feet weren’t in it’s way.
This is what Mrs. Johnson saw as the melee hit the street
And little Billy saw it too… as it rolled into his sheet!
The little ghost will never boast, again of trick or treat.
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/clik-it/c313c7fd.jpg
An angry orange orb, unhappy where it sat
Teetered on the weathered stoop, its bottom wasn’t flat
An ominous apparition that freaked the family cat.
He hawked his own returning, with a yowell and a mew
Never once suspecting the sight that met his view
What flick’ring light, as darkness set, grew and grew and grew?
Suspicion prompted caution, so he arched his back
Fluffed his tail and swaggered, tho’ the deck was stacked
And then the fiend in orange launched it’s dread attack!
Didn’t really take much of ghostly gusty wind
To upset the pompous pumpkin, and down the walk it went
And evil grin…and now it’s gone…. and now the grin again!
Gravity now played its hand, the drive was sloped and steep
Each time kitty rolled up on top, he’d chance a fearful peep
But in his kitty heart of hearts, his desire was to …..BLEEP!
Now hiss and spit and tizzy fit as Turnup met the fray
What a gallant effort, did he now display
But pumpkin took advantage, its feet weren’t in it’s way.
This is what Mrs. Johnson saw as the melee hit the street
And little Billy saw it too… as it rolled into his sheet!
The little ghost will never boast, again of trick or treat.