My tall lighthouse, somehow beyond my bite
Impressed me the way you stand and shine
Occupying my mind through day and night
Always hate you for being such a lifeline
Shall I compare you to a ship wreckage
A little bit more solid, dry and rocky
Wish those seaweeds could hold you in bondage
Oh gosh, this expression might sound kinky
Your very existence makes my mood grey
I hate you guiding doomed ships through a storm
Thinking of your saving beams ruins my day
My hatred for you keeps my cold blood warm
Remember these teeth, mark them on your chart
A shark is cruising with a broken heart
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
A troll's riddle
"Come closer, two-legged servants of felines, and answer a riddle in rhyme,
And if you answer it right, I’ll give you the gift I store for wintertime.”
“If I snore loudly through a snore-cancelling microphone,
Would I be a trolling kitty or just a squirrel with a jokey tone?"
(The first two lines are a parody of Harp Twins' song "The Twins And The Trolls".)
(And a troll's riddle has no answer, it is a play of silly nonsense.)
Friday, August 16, 2019
Slippers
A bard song dedicated to neighbor cat Tom
When the wicked treacherous slippers invaded our home
Humans fled, as if the Huns were approaching Rome
By a mighty swing of a paw
By a leap the swiftest of all
A feline legendarily defeated the slippers at the door~
Like Sir Francis Drake kept the Spanish Armada off British shore
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Tom's song (Misty Mountains parody)
Dedicated to my neighbor cat Tom who is the champion of my neighborhood and also the winged goddess Nike's favorite.
Far over the misty city's cold
To love's sweet and duels' bold
We must sing ere break of spring
To find the paws worthy to hold
The hearts were pounding in the chests
The claws were sharpened for the tests
The whiskers were combed, the paws were licked
The moon and stars were our guests
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Reading a Fengshui Book (a kitten's song)
Tomorrow, with this newly learned knowledge
I shall bury my poop in a place
Where gentle breezes caress
"Vent my personal fragrance in a divine grace"
I shall bury my poop in a place
Where gentle breezes caress
"Vent my personal fragrance in a divine grace"
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