I’m bored so I’m posting one of my old poems, and, remember, nobody HAS to read the dang thing! Cats Know Which Side Their Mice Are Buttered
Truer words were never uttered Cats know which side their mice are buttered They use us humans in their plans (We’re here to open up their cans) In other ways they tend to doubt us Knowing they can do without us
Dogs are opposite: it’s true You MIGHT find some that bark at you Dogs who bite and yap and growl And act in other ways most foul Dogs with issues, quirks, and bents Who shred your limbs and ligaments
A Hamlet dog will bite and scratch Great Dane as big as bandersnatch A Iago dog can be a smiler Turn from poodle to rottweiler And body parts they often sever The dreaded Labrador “retrever”
But if a dog is friendly first He’s friendly last, e’en at your worst If you are late with bits and kibbles He’ll eat the neighbor’s cats (or tribbles!) And then off to his well-earned rest People with dogs are truly blessed
Great poem and true. I’ve owned many dogs in my life and been owned by a few cats.
I have always said that if one of my dogs took a disliking to you, then you needed closer watching.
My cats on the other hand tended to deliberately warm up to people who either didn’t like cats or were allergic to them. Something about perverse pussycat personalities….
Templo S.U.D. over 8 years ago
Let me guess: Red Bull gives you not wings, but rather broken fingernails.
William Pursell over 8 years ago
Sorry Flo Luv but in order for one of those energy drinks to have ANY effect it first must be opened.
Sandfan over 8 years ago
Number Three over 8 years ago
Energy drinks are nothing special to me. I think I’ve only had half of one because somebody gave it to me as they no longer wanted it.
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Number Three over 8 years ago
Song of the Day – Requested by Afficionado:
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Tain'tPelagius over 8 years ago
…and that is how Helga’s mother made the cover of Sports Afield, Alpha Centauri. Drink mo’ Ocean Spray.
Godfreydaniel over 8 years ago
I’m bored so I’m posting one of my old poems, and, remember, nobody HAS to read the dang thing! Cats Know Which Side Their Mice Are Buttered
Truer words were never uttered Cats know which side their mice are buttered They use us humans in their plans (We’re here to open up their cans) In other ways they tend to doubt us Knowing they can do without us
Dogs are opposite: it’s true You MIGHT find some that bark at you Dogs who bite and yap and growl And act in other ways most foul Dogs with issues, quirks, and bents Who shred your limbs and ligaments
A Hamlet dog will bite and scratch Great Dane as big as bandersnatch A Iago dog can be a smiler Turn from poodle to rottweiler And body parts they often sever The dreaded Labrador “retrever”
But if a dog is friendly first He’s friendly last, e’en at your worst If you are late with bits and kibbles He’ll eat the neighbor’s cats (or tribbles!) And then off to his well-earned rest People with dogs are truly blessed
Linguist over 8 years ago
Love me, love my dog !
Great poem and true. I’ve owned many dogs in my life and been owned by a few cats.
I have always said that if one of my dogs took a disliking to you, then you needed closer watching.
My cats on the other hand tended to deliberately warm up to people who either didn’t like cats or were allergic to them. Something about perverse pussycat personalities….