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Welcome to the Other David Page
This page is where we admire everything pretty, pink, and cute. If you don't like it
OK, now I get to show my softer side, and I am pleased as punch to do so!
Poetry
I even Wrote a little poem especially for this page. I like to call it "Ode to a Flower"
I see the flower sitting in a glass.
Something something rhymes-with-glass
Daylight
Night light
Happy Clown
Turn my smile into a frown
The frown can grow fangs
Devour the flower
Break the glass
Kicking my ass
'Till its orange
Seasons change
Lackadaisical Cow
Seasons change
Cooking
This is one of my favorite recepies. It comes from The Road Kill Cook Book for curbside cat. It states:
"Curbside Cat
A roadside shopper must move fast on these as cat owners miss their tabby all too quickly and will want to bury them in some fancy pet cemetary with all their limbs intact. If you're quick with a blade, its really clever to skin "snookums" on the spot and leave its outer garment close by, causing Miss Marple to think her baby has jsut been scared out of her ninth life and will soon return to share the next bowl of fishheads.
Skin and clean Poopsy like you would a squirrel.
Stuff the cavity with dressing and tie the front legs back and the back legs forward.
Lay breast down in a low baking pan, uncovered, with bacon strips across back.
Roast at 325 degrees for one hour, remove and make gravy from drippings.
As you dig in recall all the midnight howling and torn garbage bags."
Song
"The Cat is Dead" by Oingo Boingo
Deedle Dee, ??????
And we're as clever as can be.
We live with Grandma Ida and our dear old Grandpa Ned
And little Baby Mike (the brat)
And don't forget the siamese cat
And in the attic from Detroit is big, fat Uncle Fred
Oh Grandpa wishes he were rich,
and Grandma just complains (the bitch)
And Uncle Fred gets drunk while Mike just cries all night and day
The cat thinks that he owns the place
He bites and scratches on the face
It'd be so nice if they just went away, away
Ooh daddle, daddle daddle daddle daddle daddle day
(Chorus)
The cat is dead, the cat is dead
I went to pat him on the head
He didn't purr, he didn't meow he didn't blink or snip.
He seemed to have a funny smile that made me laugh
But all the while, the tail that used o flip and flap
Got awful cold and stiff.
We chopped him into tiny bits,
And seasoned him with apple bits
and with some dust, we made a crust and put him in a pie.
Into the oven he did sit, until the crust was nice and crisp
I'll love that little kitty till I die.
Dee die, dee di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di-de-di.
The cat is dead, the cat is dead.
And Mikey too, and Uncle Fred
Expiring oh so suddenly while sipping down some tea.
The tea was hot, the tea was hot
With stricknine and a little spice to
Cover up the funny taste of our conspiracy.
When Grandpa saw what we had done,
He went straight for his hunting gun
But we were quick we sole the clip
The rest is history
To make sure Grandma wouldn't flea
We gave her a lobotomy
And now's she's just as happy as can be
Dee dee, dee deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dee
(Chorus)
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