Now, for the second poem in our series of horribly amazing poetry:
My Cat Has Fleas
My cat is chewing on her butt;
It makes me think she is a nut.
I try to drown the fleas in spray;
They jump and shout and just yell “Hey!”
I try to drown the fleas in powder;
they eat it like it’s fine clam chowder.
I try to drown the fleas in gas;
that really burned my kitty’s a**.
trees are tall
i like them all
they have leaves
on them trees
i like to climb
for a time
but if i fall
like a rag doll
i’ll break my brain
and be insane
but i could still
if i’ve the will
be published in
with a sassy grin
the book that helps
(unlike micheal phelps)
make poetry thrive
the best poems of 1995
and now i go dines
cause this is 20 lines
Okay, this is possible the best poem I have ever read! I mean who do they think they are calling this horrible. Who are these people?! Critics! Ha!
Oh and Kyle you come in second in my book. I love the way you tie the old (1995) with the modern (Micael Phelps) – and it just flows like crazy!