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Clyde the Cat
Contributed by
Ophelia333
on
Friday, 18th January 2013 @ 11:16:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Clyde was not a happy cat In fact it is safe to say he was severely depressed All day he would rest on his orange rug Filled with a sadness that could not be solved with a hug
You see, back in the day When Clyde was a kitten He watched a ladybird documentary and he had written
'Why oh why was I born a cat? I am so very bored of catching rats Why can I not be a ladybird? I hate my body, it is simply absurd
This red fur and this pink nose These wiry whiskers and these clawed toes This is not who I was meant to be I should have ladybird wings So I can fly free'
One October morning Clyde lounged on his rug and along strolled a particularly handsome ladybug Clyde lifted his head in an apathetic trance Sniffed his nose and stole a glance
'Excuse me Mr Bug, how do you do? All i've ever wanted is to be like you What is it like to be able to fly? To have spots on your back,,,' Clyde started to cry
'I really am so sick of being me I was most definitely born in the wrong body'
The ladybird listened and with an arrogant smirk Told Clyde his life could have been worse
'Self pity is not attractive Mr Cat If I were a cat i'd be happy with that The best advice I can give is for you to accept' And with that the ladybird patted Clyde's head
Clyde was never an angry chap After all he spent most of time in a nap But the little creature's word's had struck a chord deep inside Clyde was so angry he continued to cry
'Mr Ladybird you cleary have no idea How awful it is to wish you were not here I am trapped inside this cat shaped prison All I want is for you to listen'
The ladybird laughed and gave Clyde a grin 'Mr Cat you should learn to take things on the chin There is no need to become emotional, can't you see You're a cute ginger feline That is all you will ever be'
With that Clyde stopped and licked up his tears All of his dreams from his kitten years Had been quashed by the words of an arrogant bug He reached out his paw and gave the bug a shove
'There is no need to be so callous and cruel That is not what I need No, not at all'
The ladybird laughed The sound rang through Clydes head He brought down his paw and squashed the bug dead
Clyde still lays on his rug and wishes to be A red, spotty creature with wings to fly free
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Re: Clyde the Cat
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 19th January 2013 @ 10:02:31 PM AEST (User
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nifty!!! |
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Re: Clyde the Cat
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Wednesday, 4th December 2013 @ 10:48:07 PM AEST (User
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I always wonder what cats are thinking….
(they do that a LOT!)..now I know.
You have told me!
Very feline read! Thank you!
Jaye |
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