The Flop
Published February 23, 2004 | 
Four centimeters tall,
That was all,
Clothed and wearing a cape,
He reminded me somewhat of a grape,
He was quite scary,
I attribute this to his being so hairy,
He had two beady little eyes,
That were round just like pies,
He started out as a celebrity,
But soon became unsuitable for publicity,
Funny how some things turn out,
A nose becomes a snout,
When thinking of coats,
Lips often turn to into boats,
Coloring and shading,
While others are anticipating,
What will it turn out to be?
Will it be a he or a she,
If only actors knew,
They would probably sue,
So for now it is safe to say,
As long as they don’t know your drawing can stay,
But for many it’s better to mop,
Than to keep a flop.
~Thought up with creative un-genius by Greykitty >^..^<
Dedicated to all those fan artists out there. 
Addiction, ain’t it grand?
The Cat >^..^<
Published February 2, 2004 | There once was a cat,
who thought he was a rat,
Imagine that!
He’d sit up at night eating cheese,
Just as he pleased.
One day a dog came along trotting,
He told the cat to move along or he’d soon be rotting,
The cat looked the dog square in the eye,
He said that be the case you’ll soon be puppy pie,
The dog growled and snarled,
The cat howled and yowled,
They kept at it all day,
And it didn’t pay,
Finally when darkness came,
The cat suddenly became sane,
He ran from the dog,
And he hid under a log,
The dog began to trail,
He was faster than a snail,
The dog jumped over the log,
But hadn’t noticed the bog,
He tried to stop,
But the ground was as slimy as a wet mop,
He flew into the bog,
And that’s the last that was heard of that dog,
The cat began to smirk,
Just like Captain Kirk,
He no longer thought he was a rat,
He knew he was a cat,
So he slipped off into the night,
Then, some say, he took up flight.
Poem written (typed) by the Greykitty. 
This was created (it was really?) on Feburary 2<sup>nd</sup> 2004.
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