< empirical puma >

[rayheinrich]

                                < Empirical Puma >

                                Our god's withdrawn;
                                our passion cold.
                                We cannot bear;
                                we cannot hold.
                               
                                Our human skin
                                splits down to bone.
                                Our soul departs,
                                for parts unknown.
                               
                                At least the cat's
                                not bid adieu;
                                it seems aged meat's
                                a tasty chew.

                                        - - -

[Keith]

Hi Ray
The proof of the pudding is in the eating, and those cats will eat anything, this one rolls off the tongue, adieu and chew you get an extra point for because they work, but deduct one for the an in the last line. Best keith

[rayheinrich]

Hi Ray
The proof of the pudding is in the eating, and those cats will eat anything, this one rolls off the tongue, adieu and chew you get an extra point for because they work, but deduct one for the an in the last line. Best keith

Oops, thanks, have transmogrified that 'an' to an 'a'. It got itself leftoverboard from some
adjective like 'awesome' or 'august' or 'orgly' or 'aquil' or 'awalt'.

[Leanne]

The rough beast, having already slouched its way to Bethlehem, has returned to several pints of milk on the doorstep and a lovely slab of ex-master to munch on... that's evolution for you. Never turn your back on Mister Mistoffelees.

[rayheinrich]

The rough beast, having already slouched its way to Bethlehem, has returned to several pints of milk on the doorstep and a lovely slab of ex-master to munch on... that's evolution for you.  Never turn your back on Mister Mistoffelees.

        Mr. Mephistopheles
        was not a cat you could appease;
        a can of flounder in his bowl
        was not enough, he wanted sole.

[Leanne]

A pussy cat will not say please
before he starts to eat your knees
he'll munch upon your testes whole
and for dessert it's... mmm... aaah... soul

[rayheinrich]

And to lower the bar (as it were):

Pussies (it's been fabled long)
with razor teeth can sever dong;
to make this lower caloried fun,
they spit it out when they are done.