funny poem
i'm not moping anymore!!! the fact that i spent the day with nikikay yesterday helped. I luv my nikikay, yes i do! (singsong) we watched Resident Evil and it was funny. Well, i was scared to death so to keep myself sane every single time a zombie went on screen i did my own Zombie thing in my seat (gnashing, pawing, weirding Nikki out generally). it was fun!!! That and hiding behind my jacket. And although it was fun, let's just say I got reminded of just why I don't enjoy zombie movies. I am such a sissified Tweety Bird... Oh, and i'm not depressed anymore. But just to show the depths of my angs (hehehe...) i've posted this poem i wrote during the worst of it. IT'S FUNNY!!! Ballad of the Alone
Three cute and cuddly kitties, as pretty as can be
One black kitty, mostly noisy and sometimes nasty,
One pretty white kitty, always sweet and always clean
One cute grey kitty, who was something in between
Three little kitties staring out the pet shop window
Waiting to be picked up and taken to a home
In the meantime they waited some and played some and waited some
And they were the bestest friends even though they didn’t have the same mum
One day a little boy came into the pet shop
And fell in love with the little grey kitty that was spinning like a top
He picked her up and tickled her and then payed for her too
And then in the pet shop there were left two
Two little kitties, as pretty as can be
One white kitty, one black kitty, no grey kitty to be seen
Still, two is a nice round number, said the black
As long as we have each other we have nothing to lack
And so the two little kitties became even more bestest of friends
They wore the prettiest bows and ribbons and followed the trends
They ate together, snoozed together, and then ate a little more
And they had the bestest time in that little pet store
One day a little boy came into the pet store
And fell in love with the pretty white kitty he caught in a dainty mid-snore
He picked her up and brought her home because he knew she’d be fun
And staring out the pet shop Window there was left one
One black cat, staring out the pet shop window
Said, “To heck with rhyming, what’s the point.
At least I have that once upon a time when
I was the most important kitty in the whole wide world to someone,
and that someone was the same for me.
Now that someone is far, far away,
and I’m stuck here in this crappy pet store.”
The black cat sighed and cried and sighed a little more
The same cat, but older and wiser, said,
“This place was just a waiting room for us kitties
We were going to change the world,
and then after find ourselves nice homes.
But this waiting room wasn’t so bad
because we were waiting with someone,
Someone who felt the same
Now I’m still in the waiting room
Still waiting to go home once I’ve changed the big, bad world
But now my voice echoes in this big waiting room
Empty, save for me.
I’m happy for the pretty white cat.
I may be mean but not so selfish
to expect her to put her life on hold for
little old me.
She’s still my bestest friend and I love her so,
but time passes and things can’t stay the same
I’m still gonna change the world and find myself a home,
But that world seems so much bigger, so much badder
With only the echoes as my friends.”
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