Ohno poems! (and other works)

[ohnoaninfp]

Ok I had to write a family poem for a class. So, I wrote about my cat.
Here it is................


My Little Black Ball

Little black ball, sleeping ever so peacefully on the woven couch. A member of the Millea household, she rests. So loved and taken care of, She is my joy, frustration, and my comfort in hard times. So unaware by how much she is adored and sheltered.

My little black ball, purring happily as she dreams. Warm, and protected from the harsh winters cold she lays as the other kitties come to join her at a safe distance as not to incur her full wrath.

My little black ball. The men fear her piercing claws and her nauseating fish like breath that floods the nostrils when she hisses. Mistress of the comfy chairs she guards them with an iron paw, shredding the arm of my unfortunate dad or brother, who dare disturb her from her slumber.

My Little black ball. Stomach hanging, tag jingling, and eyes filled with inquisitiveness, she roams the hall avoiding the striped tiger at all costs. Her contempt for her furry housemates is shown, not knowing that they are the cure for loneliness, when I am not around.

My little black ball always in a never-ending power struggle with the swift and psychotic Diana. She is the semi-dominant member of the feline group. She isolates her self and dwells in her loathing of everyone but me.

My Little black ball. Her hisses turn to purrs as I pet her little furry head. Her evil glares soften in to kittenish friendliness as I put food in her dish. She chases away the sadness that has filled my heart, with her rumbling sound of content and the look of concern that fills her eyes.

My little black ball, bitch to others she may be, but a kind and caring friend she is to me.

[ApeTheDog]

You could write and sing a song about this. And you could call it smelly cat.

Hmn, no. That'd be plagiarism.

[minger223]

cute!!!!!!!

[Philo]

"Mistress of the comfy chairs" -- Makes me think of The Spanish Inqisition! Only with a tall, brunette dominatrix in leather, though I can't imagine why. :whistle:

[ohnoaninfp]

lol

[ohnoaninfp]

Ok, heres my poem about that schwinehund James.


Ode to the Pathetic Bastard

Your eyes pierced me, looking through me as though I had no soul, and was nothing but a pleasure object, unworthy of your presence. When, in fact, you were unworthy of mine. Your wicked gaze, from your cold cruel eyes, could make cockroaches shiver.

A halo of smoke and cigarette filth always hung about your immoral head. Taking the breath from within me, you choke me with your cloud of toxins. The smell over powers my nose and stings my eyes, as I struggled to breathe and maintain a friendship that never was.

Your heart, as black and shrivelled as your tar coated lungs, you scoffed at me. My fellowship I have given you, but you cast it away like a dirty old shoe, always wanting something else. When I wouldn’t give you my love or body, you through me down in the dust for my beliefs, tearing me apart, though you shared the same religion. But as you did with me, you cast it away, only using it to make yourself look better.

Love, what in the fuck would you know about it? Your sick twisted mind turned any sign of affection into perversion. You laughed victoriously when I was hurt and wanting love. You look at me though I was stupid and not good enough for anyone else.

Well guess what you witless bastard! The tables have turned. No longer am I lonely or hurt. My heart is filled with love, but somewhat tainted with my hate for you.
My affection goes to a guy who cares and looks at me as if I was a goddess or a work of art, while you sit alone, wallowing in your misery and self-pity. His image is kept in a locket that hangs about my neck, while yours is abhorred by all women.


Your dark betrayal still haunts me. Your vile face and conceit in my head, but the light of friendship and love slowly melts your memory out of my mind.

Yes, I am still wounded, but I will forget you soon enough. However, you will remember me and my stupidity for, ever caring about you, as you sit through cold lonely nights with you cigarettes your only friends, wishing you hadn’t been such an ass.

Goodbye schießekopft! For I will not waste another minute thinking of your disgusting face.