Monday, March 9, 2009

Newport Beach

In Newport I met a big fuzzy black cat
He didn't much like me he snarled and spat
I ate up his food and slept on his bed
He humped up his back cause his dad rubbed my head
while I sat on the sofa, just like a people
All and all, it was pretty good
even though the cat didn't want to be friends


p.s. I rode in a golf cart by some feet on the floor,
it was kinda scary I think golf carts need doors

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Left Out


They're eating FRIED PICKLES, FRIED PICKLES,
what do I get? Nothin'
They got Fried pickles, Fried Pickles,
what did I get? NOTHING
What makes you think I don't like BBQ?