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[aid] => mick
[title] => King Cat
[time] => 2009-07-01 07:19:31
[hometext] => I cant sleep
[bodytext] => With a large loud yawn the cat awoke from his daily slumber A stretch then shake a walk he'll take his eyes are full of wonder Stepping down his throne of pillows he hears his servent sleep From floor to chair to window sil he takes a mighty leap Landing on the ground below he admires his poise and grace He takes one more yawn and then he's gone with moonlight on his face Leaving behind his mighty throne and chalace full of milk When he's through he'll come back to his palace made of silk Even though the night stands still his ears are filled with sound This mighty king hears everything in air or on the ground He walks the street with head held high in a royal way With time to kill he'll get his fill before night turns to day A growl stuns the king only turning his head to gaze Closer comes a challenger emerging from the haze Though low in stature health and youth the enemy still proceeds With tooth and claw his mighty paw brings the pauper to his knees. Mercy is found rarely in this royal court Although certain things can be gained in matters of this sort Lifting heavy paw he waves goodbye postponing death this night Tomorrow every challenger will hear about his might Traveling on the outskirts of his majestic land Greed sets in under his skin and decides he must expand Dreaming of new subjects and places he might roam To his delight he sets his sight on an unfamiliar home Climbing to the window he notices a crack He'll have to squeeze twist and turn in effort this wont lack Finally he pushes through landing on his head Luckily no one did see so nothing can be said First thing thats noticed by the king are toys everywhere All so big he danced a jig and could not help but stare Exploring a little further he found a drinking pool Bigger than his own he'll call this home so he began his rule Thinking that his highness is quite very alone Meows of pride and ownership he diligently moaned A scuffle in another chamber stopped his vain decree From the shadows emerged a massive beast with a hieght of three foot three The king realized he met another branch of royal blood Beating faster every second his heart began to flood Claws unleashed with hissing groans showing off his power The beast does the same and puts to shame the king begins to cower Dashing for the window to escape his greedy sin He finds the pauper in his way smiling with a bloody grin Demanding that the peasant move so that he might live "It's not your land" the pauper said "no loyalty to give" "You have no title here my friend and no demands to make" "When your dead and beast is fed your throne I think I'll take" "So turn around you desgraced king you'll never leave this place" The king so does with teary eyes as the beast comes face to face The screams and cries of this spoiled king echoes through out the night Beast growls and plays for what seems like days much to his delight Satisfied from what he's done the new king will rejoyce He heads home to his new throne to play with all his toys. By Brandon Bradshaw [comments] => 0 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 39 [informant] => bteddybear23 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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