Moldy food, in my refrigerator,
You're taking up space for something greater.
You've stuck around for long enough
And though I hate to say it rough,
"Get out of here; I'll smell ya later!"
Tabby Cat
The tabby was an evil cat,
Who enjoyed watching kids go splat.
Off of swing sets or monkey bars,
She really liked kids hit by cars.
She prowled the playgrounds day and night,
Hoping for some severe crash sight.
Finding none, her options she weighed,
Then set her sights on a child who'd strayed.
At his feet she purred to gain his trust,
Wanting the sight of his head, bust.
She tripped him down some concrete stairs,
And, laughing, relished his angry glares.
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