Skee-Kooz

My new best frend Simon, who is one of my innernet frends, sent me sum poems he rote. He's a very good riter as yoo can see for yerself:

I sat
on Cozy Lap's cozy lap
being cozy.
Then i licked myself
and yawned.
i was very very
cozy
- A poem by Simon Cozy Lap

So I asked Mr Tasty Face what a poem was. He sed it was a ritten thing like a blog, but usually shorter and more obtuse and sometimes it rimes and sometimes it's clever, and when you're done reading it, it makes you think, and sometimes it makes you think "How much did this person get pade to rite this crap?" When Mr Tasty Face reeds the New Yorker, he prefers the cartoons to the poems. Simon's poem didn't rime, otherwize I'd call him "Rimin' Simon." I do think Simon's poem was clever. I don't know what obtuse is, so I don't know if Simon's poem was obtuse or not.

So I tride my hand at riting a poem. Mr Tasty Face sugjested that I start with High-Kooz, which are poems that people who don't know how to rite poems rite. This is how the High-Kooz work: there are five meows in the first line, seven meows in the second line, and five meows in the third line. The lines don't need to rime, but you can never mess with the meow count. Mr Tasty Face also sugjested that I call them "Skee-Kooz." So I will. Here are my first Skee-Kooz:

Berdies chirping lowd.
I go into a frenzy.
Strangely, I'm hungry.
- A Skee-Koo^TM by Skeezix the Cat

Here's anuther one:

Rustle. Rustle. Yes!
Strange compulshun emerges.
Mylar tinsel wand.
- A Skee-Koo^TM by Skeezix the Cat

I was reely working hard in the second one to get the obtuse thing going, even tho I don't know what obtuse means.

Skee-Kooz

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