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Skylight its not amazing..im only 13 please forvive me ):
it was dark, it was the night
Though, maybe not for my Skylight,
For she was out in the twilight,
Ready for an easy fight
victims will get an awefull fright
they know all it takes is one bite,
for their heart to go too tight,
to come though gates shining bright...
She sits and watches in the grass,
she has her eye on something mass,
we know later she'll pass gross gas,
but hopefully it will just pass..
tensing her legs, she plans to jump
she wants to eat the quite large lump
as she lands, its life ends "bump!"
muttering its final "humph..."
watching silent as a bat
my horrid, and viscious cat
wants to eat the quite fat rat
and splat its life, like a gnat
she jumps, she kills, she eats it quick,
giving herself one final lick,
she go's back home - rat made her sick
thinks, "which one tomorow will I pick...?"
she goes and sits apon the mat,
my adorable little cat,
"is she getting a little fat?"
I think as i give her a pat
It's weird to think, and to know,
That if she had looked like a toad,
Even in this so cute mode,
I'd look at her with much loath
My cat, who likes to see one's fright,
it fear and shake at her bite,
she likes to kill with all her might,
thats my kind and cute skylight.
Though, maybe not for my Skylight,
For she was out in the twilight,
Ready for an easy fight
victims will get an awefull fright
they know all it takes is one bite,
for their heart to go too tight,
to come though gates shining bright...
She sits and watches in the grass,
she has her eye on something mass,
we know later she'll pass gross gas,
but hopefully it will just pass..
tensing her legs, she plans to jump
she wants to eat the quite large lump
as she lands, its life ends "bump!"
muttering its final "humph..."
watching silent as a bat
my horrid, and viscious cat
wants to eat the quite fat rat
and splat its life, like a gnat
she jumps, she kills, she eats it quick,
giving herself one final lick,
she go's back home - rat made her sick
thinks, "which one tomorow will I pick...?"
she goes and sits apon the mat,
my adorable little cat,
"is she getting a little fat?"
I think as i give her a pat
It's weird to think, and to know,
That if she had looked like a toad,
Even in this so cute mode,
I'd look at her with much loath
My cat, who likes to see one's fright,
it fear and shake at her bite,
she likes to kill with all her might,
thats my kind and cute skylight.
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