Written extemporaneously, 4/1/24.
Appreciation for the cats, 24/7/365.
Applause not required, but gladly accepted. 😸
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A poem or two,
For the entertainment of you...
Dear fighters of cats,
Using muscles and mats:
A development unexpected,
But one most delighted,
If the pulling of hair
Makes you feel debonair!
Those of you brutes
Never using your glutes
Now have the excuse
To stop singing the blues
About the fun use
Of stinkfaces; it's true!
Can you imagine
The pleasure of waggin'
Your dong in the face,
To humble and debase,
The catfighter you sit on,
Schoolboyed and wan,
Only left to kissing
That thing which goes pissing?
What a wonderful day
If you like to play
With a venomous slap,
Or a gluteous tap,
Of a catfighter's bum,
Like it's your personal drum!
Those of you men
Who'd never be "Them,"
Who tug at a thong,
Today you'd be wrong
To ignore your desire
To plot and conspire
How to enjoy a fun scrap,
So do it, old chap!
You're officially a cat,
So lean into that fact,
And get out your jocks,
Maybe even high socks!
Nothing wrong with some fun
Which uses little or none
Of those violent delights
To put out a guy's lights.
Invest in some oil,
I promise, it's no toil,
And squirm around,
Like a stripper downtown
At a nightclub or bar,
Parading around like a star,
That body all chiseled,
And ego well-grizzled,
To make an eager crowd
Get rowdy and loud
At the sight of your writhing
Naked body in low lighting!
Lean into your cathood,
I promise, it's good!
Because today is the day,
To say "fuck it, I'll play!"
And enjoy what you've got,
Before it withers and rots.
Be the catfighter you're meant to be,
You're now fully free
To fly that flag of the freaks
If your intrigue is piqued!
You'll have a great time,
Grinding the body of that guy,
Who makes you see red,
Or makes you wish to be bred,
So that he moans out, so cruel,
At the grab of his jewels
When you go for his junk
To claim his pearly spunk!
So for the claim of my stock
Here are words, free and unlocked.
An ode to catfights this has been,
It isn't a sin,
To get naked and saucy
With some bottom who's bossy,
And use your sex for the win.
To all those who do,
And those who ought to,
Get started, my bud,
And I'll see you in the mud.
NewYorkMud (20)
28 dias atrásWritten extemporaneously, 4/1/24.
Appreciation for the cats, 24/7/365.
Applause not required, but gladly accepted. 😸
-----‐----------------
A poem or two,
For the entertainment of you...
Dear fighters of cats,
Using muscles and mats:
A development unexpected,
But one most delighted,
If the pulling of hair
Makes you feel debonair!
Those of you brutes
Never using your glutes
Now have the excuse
To stop singing the blues
About the fun use
Of stinkfaces; it's true!
Can you imagine
The pleasure of waggin'
Your dong in the face,
To humble and debase,
The catfighter you sit on,
Schoolboyed and wan,
Only left to kissing
That thing which goes pissing?
What a wonderful day
If you like to play
With a venomous slap,
Or a gluteous tap,
Of a catfighter's bum,
Like it's your personal drum!
Those of you men
Who'd never be "Them,"
Who tug at a thong,
Today you'd be wrong
To ignore your desire
To plot and conspire
How to enjoy a fun scrap,
So do it, old chap!
You're officially a cat,
So lean into that fact,
And get out your jocks,
Maybe even high socks!
Nothing wrong with some fun
Which uses little or none
Of those violent delights
To put out a guy's lights.
Invest in some oil,
I promise, it's no toil,
And squirm around,
Like a stripper downtown
At a nightclub or bar,
Parading around like a star,
That body all chiseled,
And ego well-grizzled,
To make an eager crowd
Get rowdy and loud
At the sight of your writhing
Naked body in low lighting!
Lean into your cathood,
I promise, it's good!
Because today is the day,
To say "fuck it, I'll play!"
And enjoy what you've got,
Before it withers and rots.
Be the catfighter you're meant to be,
You're now fully free
To fly that flag of the freaks
If your intrigue is piqued!
You'll have a great time,
Grinding the body of that guy,
Who makes you see red,
Or makes you wish to be bred,
So that he moans out, so cruel,
At the grab of his jewels
When you go for his junk
To claim his pearly spunk!
So for the claim of my stock
Here are words, free and unlocked.
An ode to catfights this has been,
It isn't a sin,
To get naked and saucy
With some bottom who's bossy,
And use your sex for the win.
To all those who do,
And those who ought to,
Get started, my bud,
And I'll see you in the mud.