The Fat Hat CatThere once was a cat,That lied on a mat,Soon it grew fat,So someone mistook it for a hat,And when the cat,That grew fat,Was mistaken for a hat,Saw a rat,It struck it with a bat,So now the cat,That grew fat,And was mistaken for a hat,Hit the rat,With the bat,It lied once more on the mat.
An EscortCome with me my friend,I can show you how it begins,I can show you how it ends.I can show you anything you want,But I warn you friend,Some things may haunt.I wish not to scare you,Just merely be a guide,To show you what you do.The results of your actions,To the people around you,I want to show you their reactions.For I believe you must know,That to one person,You dealt the final blow.I am not trying to blame,But the actions you see are you,And only you can lay claim.Now that you have seen,The actions you have done,I ask what made you so mean?
Such a Lonely DaySuch a lonely day.When I have no one to hold; no one to keep close. When I have no one to care for, to look out for.No one to talk with, no one to laugh with.Such a lonely day, and its mine.For there are friends in which to have fun with, but they do not help.It is not their fault that I feel this way, nor is it their responsibility to make me feel happy.Such a lonely day should be banned.Incomplete is how I feel, no one should feel like this.I wish for that someone to hold close to me.Today I can`t stand.Instinct tells me to put my arm around the shoulder of someone special.But when I look to either side I see no one.Such a lonely day, shouldn't exist.Alone I walk the hallways, feeling sad and cold.In solitary, but instead of prison, it is my life.It's a day I`ll never miss.I want someone to grow old with, to die with.Someone to comfort me in times of sorrow.The most loneliest day of my life.I lay on my bed, waiting for the relief of sleep.Mercifully, it comes, and
The horny thornyI see you there, yes you,You are so beautiful with your soft skin,So terrified by tonight's events.Oh how I await your arrival.But alas, how could you ever love me,For you are a human and I am a mere thorn bush.No matter, I shall do my best to woo you,I long for your warm embrace against my leaves.Such a fine time it will be when we are together my dear.Wait, what was that?Something running through the forest I hear.It is you!Oh what a glorious day, I thought this moment would never come.Now we can finally be together.
Shadows are screams of whispered secretsShadows are screams of whispered secrets.They do not make a sound,Yet they speak volumes.They can tell you anything,You just have to listen close enough.If you do not however,Then secrets will remain secret,And no one will ever know.