I knew I was running late. It was a race against the clock and I was desperate – something had to be done. Kate had to be stopped – couldn’t let my buddies down. Couldn’t let her continue to take our words all those words… oh, no, not my precious little words. I went to her home, at night, after dark. She wasn’t there, I figured the deed was done but just in case, I had to put my plan into action. Yes, I kidnapped her cat – the fish smell Kate left on me was a lure. Ha! Kate, ha, ha! I say, your scheme backfired. I looked at the cat point black, and eyeball to eyeball. He stared back with round pancake eyes. I narrowed my eyes: “Take me to your leader,” I said. Meaw, meaw, he shook his head no. I pulled my gun – I had no choice, poor little thing, it trembled a bit, but I didn’t care – it wasn’t him I wanted, he was just a tool, a pawnin the real game, I wanted Kate! Funny how they talk under pressure. The thought of the Friskies she feeds him was no competition for my pointed gun. He walked ahead of me, I followed. Pulled my raincoat collar up, readjusted my gaudy red hat, and continued my angry pursuit. He led me to Reindeer’s forest. I couldn’t believe my eyes! “This is a tree, you stupid feline!” “This is what remains of Kate.” I cocked my gun – he swallowed. “Would I lie to you under the circumstances?” He asked, trembling like a leaf. “I guess not… now scram!” The cat scurried through the forest. “Too late,” I thought, “it’s finished… or maybe… not.” I put my gun away inside my raincoat pocket, and took out my (FUSHIA WEED KILLER) Then I dove into the ground and began fishing for all my lost words, Oh, my babies, here you are at last! I had to make sure – here’s the list. It had wrinkled in my sweaty hand, but no matter; I could still read it: Peepo, pipo, falling, fonics, rime, estaple, paranoide, verdent, I was so exited I had to stop reading. My words, at last, were mine again. May the force be with you, Kate, You may rule the forcep, forest but you can't have my words!!
Carmen: This piece is delightfully imaginative, as you are, to your very core.
Armed with your gaudy red hat and your fushia weed killer, there's no stopping you!
A scratchy, terror-driven poem? Who'd have thought of that? No one, but you. Besides, it makes me quadranoid, that's four times more paranoid than I ever was. Laughing. This is great. Love this. I keep looking for my lost words, no wonder my PC is full, pages of old stories, clinging to their unwanted words, and now I'll have to look for them. Good work.
Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)
Reviewed on March 1, 2004
Absolutely hysterical! Thanks for the much needed smiles!!
Carmen I dub you the queen of KID hahaha! This so fantastic I will read it again and again! I really am so impressed! Thanks for the best contribution to the demise of Kate!Now if you caused a pet sequel, watch out, that's your problem!;-)LOL
Ha ha..I loved this, the best one yet! and I adore that picture!
Reindeer
Reviewed by Dan Summerfield (Reader)
Reviewed on February 29, 2004
Carmen & Kate;
Sorry guys, I'm staying out of this one.
Dan S.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 29, 2004
You threatened my CAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now you know there is going to be sequel. Mess with my hair, turn me purple, chop me up but mess with my cat?................Yup there is going to be a sequel!
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Armed with your gaudy red hat and your fushia weed killer, there's no stopping you!
♫ Jackie
"Never Too Late (KID)" offers an outstanding reading.
This poem "Never Too Late (KID)" impressed very deeply.
Poet, You are on the right track, keep going to the Nobel Prize!
Never rest Your pen; don't let Your quills dry.
Healthy Day.
Andre Emmanuel bendavi ben-YEHU
many loves,
evan
LOL--this is fantastic, as eileen has said
and that pic LOL poor little kitty, using her as your pawn
but what a write--i'm saving this one, too adorable!
(((HUGS))) and love, and thanks...karla. :)
How could you Carmen she is so adorable....lol!!
The one in your pic............okay!!
love Tinka
Reindeer
Sorry guys, I'm staying out of this one.
Dan S.