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I love this lassie!
She's twenty-one with autism; non-verbal (she didn't even communicate until she was eleven) and she dreams of being a talk show host. If that doesn't pan out I think she try stand-up.
Goddess be with us,
kerk
I love this lassie!
She's twenty-one with autism; non-verbal (she didn't even communicate until she was eleven) and she dreams of being a talk show host. If that doesn't pan out I think she try stand-up.
Goddess be with us,
kerk
Got some catching up to do, not been doing so well, but this is no excuse.
Anyway, as part of the effort, a poem that is short and funny; managing to raise a smile in me even at the worst of times. New(ish( since I first heard it three(?) years ago, but I was inspired to find it in a print(able)ed form; finding in my purchase of BBC's Poetry Please publication of its most requested poems.
The Cats' Protection League by Roger McGough
Midnight. A Knock at the door.
Open it? Better had.
Three heavy cats, mean and bad.
They offer protection. I ask. 'What for?'
The Boss-cat snarls, 'You know the score.
Listen man and listen good
If you wanna stay in the neighbourhood,
Pay your dues or the toms will call
And wail each night on the backyard wall.
Mangle the flowers, and as for the lawn
a smelly minefield awaits you at dawn.'
These guys meant business without a doubt
Three cans of tuna, I handed them out.
They then disappeared like bats into hell
Those bad, bad cats from the CPL.
(also here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pRlMrFkoHg
with text taken from here - http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/poetry/outloud/mcgough_cat.shtml)
Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek
