Violets are blue

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**.

2 Responses to “Violets are blue”


  1. 1 Kyle February 11, 2009 at 10:35 am

    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

  2. 2 Melissa February 12, 2009 at 7:39 am

    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!


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