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Stupid Stinky Gerbil

I am a beautiful and wonderful cat, No other animal compares to me. Everyone in my house knows that. It’s so clear to see. Other animals wish they were me. I am the queen of this kingdom And I vanquish all my foes, The rodents that used to trespass my domain Are all dead and gone, as everyone knows. And now what I say goes. I get all the attention I get all the catnip and treats I get all the pets and scratches I get all the best spots on cozy seats. I get everything, my life’s complete. But one day, while I dream away Laying in a warm sun spot An enemy invades my kingdom. I wake up and see what the humans brought. I am disgusted by what they bought. The humans call it an “adorable gerbil.” But it’s obviously a rodent, can’t you see? Rodents are our sworn enemy. What is this insanity? What have you humans done to me? Now those silly children who used to serve me Try playing Wordle with the stupid gerbil. Those children would be better off Playing Wordle with a silly turtle Not a stupid...

What's for Dinner


Yesterday, I received a strange letter.

It said, “You’re the winner!

Congratulations my friend,

You have been invited to a grand dinner!”


At the bottom was the time it would start

Along with the address.

I didn’t have anything else better to do

So I put on a bit of perfume and my best dress.


When I went to the house

I was greeted by a hare.

He let me right in

And all I could do was stare.


The house was magnificent.

It had such elegant decor.

Crystal chandeliers, silver flowers,

And ornate paintings galore!


There were plenty of animals

Who had been invited to the dinner too

Such as a bear, an ox,

And even a cockatoo.


My stomach growled.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the hare.

“I am not sure,” he said.

“Ask the mare.”



“What’s for dinner?”

I asked the mare.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Ask the bear.”


Frustrated, I went to find him.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the bear.

“I don’t know,” he said, licking his chops.

“But I’m hungry, so I might eat Hare.”


“Don’t do that,” I said.

“Who’s hosting this party, anyway?”

“I think it’s the cockatoo,” the bear said.

“You smell like cookies, I dare say.”


I didn’t want to be an appetizer

So I quickly left the room.

I was beginning to regret

Putting on that cookie dough perfume.


As my stomach growled louder,

I found the cockatoo.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Ask the kangaroo.”


I sighed and found the kangaroo.

Again, I asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Ask Ox. Maybe he knows the winner.”


At this point, I was hangry.

“What’s for dinner?” I asked the ox.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Ask that silly fox.”


I stormed over to the fox.

“What. Is. For dinner?”

The fox smiled at me.

“Why are you the winner?”


“I suppose, but what does that mean?!”

The fox chuckled. “Oh, so you don’t know?

The ‘winner’ is the appointed chef

And chefs must prepare food, sooo…”


I stood there dumbfounded.

“Surely this is a joke!”

The fox shrugged.

“We’d pay you for it, but we’re broke.”


My face grew hot.

“This is utterly insane!

And you thought I’d go along with this?

That’s simply inane!”

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