La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
UPON THE WINDOW SILL,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEEOW MEEOW!
SHE SAID CHASE ME STILL,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO, WILD AND PROUD.
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
(kitty)
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
THE KITTY QUEEN OF NIGHT.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
HER VOICE A BANSHEE’S CRY.
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
Just two more hours till the Royal Ball
Alas, this zit wouldn't fade at all
Since no ointment would ease
I just gave it a squeeze
It crackled, then it spackled the wall
I knew soon that company would call
But how to hide that goop on the wall
Left no clues with my clothes
Wiped the ooze from my nose
Looks like I'll make the Ball after all
Feeling corny
By the sea
Stretched out baby
Please look at me
I got on my shades
Do you think I’m hot
This yellow tan baby
It ain’t store bought
Rub in that butter
Slather me up
If you rub deeply
I’m bound to pop
Sun kissed towels
Baby you and me
Both feeling corny
down by the sea.
Mystic Rose’s Choose one image poetry prompt contest.
Image number one.
Image # 1
My dear grandpop and grandma pop
Took a short vacation
I remember how my mom felt
Full of frustration
Mom depended on them so much
Babysitters were they
Days, nights and weekends were at play
They were supposed to stay
Grandma got so hot and went pop
Lost weight, wore stilettos
She changed from an older grandma
Studied all librettos
We were all surprised that she changed
She wanted a new name
Grand-maman she insisted fit
The children thought it lame
So, they still called her grandma pop
With new friends, it didn't fit
They weeded her out of their group
Now she bakes cake and knits
Also reads stories; does her part
To instill within each child
What is most important for them
To live life undefiled
Labubu grins, a curious work of art,
Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart.
Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start,
Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart.
People of faith, consider your part,
Not every craze should capture your heart.
Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart,
Discernment and wisdom must always take part.
Enjoy what is lovely, but don’t let it chart
A course that could lead your soul to depart.
The world may entice with treasures and art,
But truth and love must anchor your heart.
Let light be your guide, not just what is smart,
For faith is the truest and timeless art.
grains in sunglasses,
one pops with enthusiasm—
too much heat to chill.
It was on one early summer morn
that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn
told a frightful story, meant to warn
her son, Pop, just recently born.
"Pop", it said, her darling boy to save,
"Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave.
In the sun and breeze, I was brave,
but you must listen up and behave.
You're a special kind of corn you see,
the 'zea mays everta' variety,
in everyday speech, 'popping corn'.
You should be proud, but I forewarn:
Special dangers lurk for folks like us
You're old enough now, we can discuss.
If, at the door, your darling greets you
for a movie date, she wants to eat you.
All corn loves to dance in the hot sun,
but be careful how you have your fun.
If you go to the beach from dawn to dusk,
please remember to wear your husk."
Instead of listening with respect and fear,
Little Pop would not lend his...ear?
So, while his mother's ghost did beseech,
the sun popped Pop all over the beach.
Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in '85, with 'We Are The World',
he was dead wrong,
when he wrote the lyric
to the song,
as, from sea to shining sea,
on this globe there is much more,
than only that there north American shore.
Yet, Billie Jean (not his lover) was just a girl
who claims that he is the one,
and Bubbles brought on many troubles,
but the chimp is not his son.
Until it's time to pop my clogs,
shuffle off this mortal coil,
I'll ensure my life is fun-filled
not just daily drudgery and toil.
As all work and no play
would make me one dull boy,
listless, senseless, bored witless,
not my Mother's pride and joy.
And so, in closing, I'm compelled to say,
"Exercise free will,
don't wait, hesitate or trust to fate,
before you're over the hill."
sky glows cloudy bright
edges of clouds melt away
elegant exit
teach those clouds lesson
Helios god of the sun
everlasting warmth
shine your brilliance
upon us that we might see
night has stayed too long
playing hard to get
overcast like wet cotton
put my prayer to shame
or get better gods
Uranus might help me out
turn this day around
Like a can of pop overflowing,
Pent up emotions in me overtaking,
Old feelings saturating the newest feeling,
Afraid of when the table will start turning.
Like the cola soda covering
A table in which I am patiently waiting,
I am as usual finding my feelings confusing,
This metaphor is staining my well-being.
Like the cold hard thin metal lining,
I am lost again in my own mindscaping,
Chill to the core despite my inner shining,
Thanks to the sacred herb I was smoking.
Like my favourite drinks I'm always drinking,
Always recycling every thought and feeling,
Just so I can avoid telling everything,
Yet still hoping someone sees I need saving.
Another horrible deal, mouth, cloth, chlorophyll
Lie still, lie still, in the fires burnt chill
Tiny blue pills, professional rookie kill
Amateur without skill, dripped blood spill
Please don't ask me how I feel
Buried casket Underhill
Life is such a thrill.
Tick, tick, tick, clocked a thousand clicks
Passive pointer spun out spin stick
Decipher riddled trick, oiled up slick
Candle odor sick, the everlasting wick
Pull another lick, pistol pop click
Finger triggered quick
Dead man Dick
Watching the "Mary Poppins" movie,
her outfit sure was Good and goofy.
There were Wonderful children singing,
started from the very beginning.
Movie with popcorn is forever,
goofy honey is Great for pleasure.
Singing Extraordinary to hear,
beginning with the kids not a bear.
Some movies are timeless like this one.
Over four decades I’ve made memories,
faithfully captured and held dear.
On my knees as a 10 year old begging,
‘Mom will you please take me to see her?’
So may tears and so many smiles
your music has always brought solace.
I’ve said it over and over, over and over..
( See what I did there?)
Lyrics that just won’t quit. The G.O.A.T.
Undisputed and she’ll defend her title.
Mastering the art of veni vidi vici
is what this icon was born to do.
She’s set the tone and created an outlet
for our feminine wiles to divinely explode.
I’ve said it over and over, over and over:
there is only one Queen of Pop.
From a plane to a venue screaming,
just to be in such legendary ubiety.
Been to eight tours and I’d do it again
over and over …
Madonna!!!
Long may she reign.
buds beckon to pop
leaves unfurl reveal green scroll
spring devolves uncurls
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