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As I walked along the dusty road, all seemed quiet. I expected I was a late beginner, as I had passed several dead people in my wake.
Little Wings laid in the smelly bin with his drumstick sticking out. He wasn't too very happy All he wanted was to get on out. He was all bones, naked and tired.
So, up marches Prudence the Penguin. With his luggage tucked under his wings.. "What do you keep in your suitcase.
There's a fox sat at the bus stop, He's been there for an hour and a bit, The buses keep going past him, He's going to have a fit.
I had a dream I was an owl ... ironing lots of shirts My wings kept getting in the way.. That really bloody hurts!!.
Zzzz. /\....../\ >( ~ , ~ )< Today there is a very sad kitten curled up in her bed. iPuss's tears fell as harsh words have been said.
Commuter Crocodiles have come, But there was no warning drum, I was just sitting at Waterloo, Waiting for my cuppa to brew, When he swaggered across the platform, Umbrella under one arm, still wet...
Fritz the fox adroitly dodged and weaved his way through the forest away from his pursuers; how distressing, he thought, that fox hunting was still practiced in some parts of the earth in the 21st...
When I grow older And my cats turn to dust I'm going to get a new cat And name it Opuss This cat will have All the best skills It'll read and write And make all the kills Opuss will know me My bio...
Our story follows Martin, A Mosquito through and through, But although he seems quite normal, He hides a secret from me and you, As he buzzes to your ear, Like any other of his kind, Just to see if...
Why are you people so very afraid of me.
Oh Lord, it's me, the pug The one with the squished-up mug. You're having a laugh. Come on don't be daft. You must be feeling quite smug.
Polly the Parrot Did like her carrots, But not as much as her crackers, She'd natter away Record voices through the day And play them back, the day's chatter.
Hear my pasty, gingery blab: You should NEVER trust A bearded crab. Oh I know their game: They're in disguise... Those cunning crustaceous spies.
Hi. Coffee: Er hi. How are you. Coffee: Not bad, bit sugary. Oh sorry, poured too much in. Coffee: Bit late now. Ok, I'm sorry it was an accident. Coffee: You say that... What's that supposed to mean.
You should listen to the flea, It's only polite, you see, About all the places he's been, Oh, the wondrous things he's seen. Oh the bottoms that have been bitten. Mr Flea's never been so smitten.
Day 8) a diary entry from a pet's perspective. Dear Diary, Today I ate some carrots. They tasted of disappointment, seeing as Wednesday is cabbage night. Sigh. Stupid humans, think they're all it.
There was a young girl I called gaz, Who was addicted to the smell of daz, But she went too far, And the outcome was bizarre, Well at least she wasn't a spaz.
Fat flying vermin, no Tommy Guns in sight, eluding the stereotype. They have muscled their way on to your balcony. Using your house as a another dodgy front, for breeding their own little family.
Have you seen the lugubrious cheese. It's looking rather sad. I'm not sure if it didn't sleep well, or whether its actually gone bad.
There is a cat, That likes to read: A curious statement I concede; But sure enough, Each day and night, It reads and reads To our delight.
Look at the sun, the stars the moon,. Shining down upon the great baboon,. He yells and screams and shows his red bum,. What a terrible embarresment for his mum,. She tries to hide her face in shame,.
There once was a man, Called Roger McDan, Who lived in Southend-on-Sea; His house was a tip, As rank as a skip, And his only companion: a Flea.
There's a little tiny mouse, That scampers round my house, With a little tiny walnut on its head; And from a tiny wire, It has fashioned eye attire, And it rides around upon a toy mo-ped.