A Budgies Tale
Twit and Shit would never sit
Inside their cage for dinner
They'd squeeze their ass
Between the Bars
Then to the floor, they'd shimmer
There doze the cat upon the mat
In scilence they would creep
Beneath his nose, on tippy toes
And sip his milk so sweet

"Be quite Twit" wispered Shit
And then his beak he clouted
"Sip your drink, he's awake i think"
Then Shit was sure and shouted
"Twit you twat, you woke the cat!"
"You set the bastard on us"
"Make like a duck, and flap like f*ck"
"Or we're just a pair of gonners"
Unknown "Queen Lena" Frisky - 16 years, 8 months, 7 days ago

Beauty is a fragile thing
It casts it's spell, it has it's fling
But against the revages of time
It loses all it held sublime
Yet through we do lament such loss
Gold transmuted into dross
There is a beauty that will not die
The beauty of the inner eye
The beauty that the eye perceives
Lives in a world where naught deceives
Of great sincerity and trust
Where love is not confused with lust
The beauty of the inner eye
We share untill alas we die
Unknown "Queen Lena" Frisky - 16 years, 8 months, 13 days ago