by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
My love is a little furry thing
With whiskers long and paws so thin
Her tail swishes as she sighs
With lovelight pouring from her eyes
Her pointed ears twitch to my touch
As I scratch them oh so much
And she lays on her back with paws curled up
With 6 small breasts for all her pups
I vacuum the hair when she sheds
A problem with those multipeds
But I love her anyway
Let her purr the night away
How good she'd be in a spicy stew
Lots of meat for us to chew
String her up and dress her out
Gather the bones and haul them out
copyright (c) 2008 - Kris Dibou - used by the gracious permission of the author.
How lovely is my flamethrower,
a burning molten shell,
making lots of crispy critters,
watch them as they flail.
They burn and burn, and burn and burn,
they are made to yiff in hell.
Posted by: Lord Kamina | July 05, 2008 at 02:15 PM
Ur poetry sux hairy nut sax! (just like this ho I know named Aya Pelous O!) Spit em out! Spit em out! I remain, as ever, Jumpman Lane (tm)
Posted by: Jumpman Lane (tm) | July 05, 2008 at 04:04 PM
What exactly is, to "yiff"?
Or should I not ask?
Posted by: Lykurgus | July 10, 2008 at 07:37 AM