Ode to the Black Filled Pot.

Oh can it be, a warm cup left in younder Pot..

Mere Coffee it is not.

But Day's Recharge,.

For poor Knight Oh-sleep-alot.:

Silly Poem by George King


Copyright by George King 09-23-2016
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Blinky Cat

Blinky Blinky Cat O Stinky

Why O Why dis you piss in the Sinky

   (Cat giving sad eyed look)

Of course it way better than the Floor.

And no you will not get thrown out the Door

Because Dear Fur-Butt, You I do Adore.

Silly Poem by George King


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Bowl of Trouble.

Hurry Hurry, Warm and Furry

You stolen, your Masters's Bowl of Curry.

To the sand pan, watch that Aim.

If you miss, he'll  know who to Blame.

By TDK

Copyright George King 09-21-2016


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Democracy, written in the dried blood and tears of brave fools.

Born by brave men and women in most Ancient of lands.
Whose names from our history have long faded away.

Raised on Greek;s Tit and bathed in Marble by Rome.
Came across a great  ocean to call America its Home.

Here it Flowered its greatest Illusionary Bloom.
But that bright flower died and withered far to Soon.

Now it's no more then a very Rich Man's Game.
To see in its Blood Stained and Faux Gold's tarnished Name.

The Masses of Sheeple, their Bitch they can Claim.
Little really changed but we are wiser just the same.

TDK / The Druid King
Copyright George King 09/13/2016 (except for images.)