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i suppose it is your loss
you’ll realize it while you floss
those yellowing teeth
after eating that meat
cooked in garlic and pepper sauce

together they went for the rally
to preserve the right to sit in dark alleys
the people were trying to change their ways
but the cats knew they were there to stay
both domestic and stray
to break records that men could never tally

so long, fare thee well for now
when i’m back i wont look like a cow
i will probably drink gallons of beer
but daily swims may lessen my fears,
oh well, i will now leave you with a jig and a bow.

a lady well known in the nation
for her skills in the fine art of copulation
men would lust after her expertise
sometimes direct sometimes a tease
her different moods induced different sensations.

there was once a failure in Peru
quite pathetic, he knew not what to do
never tried to do right
or climb out of his plight
just sat proud with his face in his shoe.

i wonder about certain things,
such as alcohol, and the joy it brings
followed by a morning of pain
feeling tired and drained
every week, its the same tune we sing.

i cannot help but embrace
the size the texture the salty taste
the minute you touch my lips
i know i am ill equipped
to handle this intense sensation,
bacon, you give me such elation.

the old raccoon taught the young cubs
how to stay alive in the human hubs
give the late night lovers a fun scare
hiss and claw at anyone who dares
to try and steal their juicy meal
of week old trash, tasty and congealed.

the pensive penguin sat in the shade
wearing a bowtie of red plaid
thinking thoughts of juicy worms
of tasty treats spiked with germs
waiting for his dinner to get made

she asked me to carry her backpack
i’m sure something was alive in that sack
a bag full of babies
or wild dogs with rabies
i was nervous to find out in our shack.