The Starveling Cat!
The Starveling Cat!
I am fairly certain your limbs
should not bend like that!
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The Starveling Man!
The Starveling Man!
If he doesn’t stop doing that,
she’ll hit him with a pan!
I tried, okay?
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The Mottled Man!
The Mottled Man!
Lost one soul
And got a fan!
The Hobo Crimelord!
The Hobo Crimelord!
Too many tongues
Did they hoard!
The Hobo Crimelord!
The Hobo Crimelord!
Out of their cards
Made food and board!
The Hobo Crimelord!
The Hobo Crimelord!
Three voices speak
Two’re always ignored!
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Random heist story that I made due to boredom (also, showcasing the criminal side of my main some more):
Solicitor, deranged.
Solicitor, deranged.
A great many heists,
They have arranged.
Everything is prim.
Everything is proper.
Everyone is ready,
and up to prosper.
A Spirifer for fourteen souls,
An agent for a solved case,
Constables for a masters’ cowls,
And Khanate Spies for nothing else.
The gears are in motion,
They bang at the window,
They’ve figured out a solution,
And cased up the widow.
Every step is hushed,
Every face is flushed.
Every man is for themselves,
While we take for ourselves.
Every guard is smitten,
Every death is a delight.
They’ve all been bitten,
With bright irrigo light.
They won’t remember,
Who broke in so fast,
They ain’t that clever
Their reports contrast.
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The Sterveling Ket!
The Sterveling Ket!
Take the beast North
but don’t get him wet!
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The Starveling Cat!
The Starveling Cat!
Into the sunshine
Is where I’ll chuck that.
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My best to do some sort of spiral-sonnet-crossed-with-starveling-features poetry. I want to get some practice in, because I absolutely hate doing the former.
The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat!
More dreadful and dour than the Name, at that!
Forget about Hell, or selling your soul
Nevermind the Boatman’s sadistic gaze
No matter your strength, it’ll thoroughly mull
Your body into a pulp in the haze!
As the Bazaar’s Wiki proceeds to state,
It’s “connected to [Eaten] in some way”
It’s ravenous, wretched, but far too late
To say 'fore it claws your eyes in touché!
More dreadful and dour than the Name, at that!
Some horror I’ve witnessed, it bit and spat!
The Cat belongs nowhere, but if at all
It’d fall with the Ket, down the well they shot
It’d choke like a kr’vat Kit of great appall
Then run to brew trouble in your own Cot!
So r’member, children, if you ever see
That grotesque excuse of a bag of bones
Run for your life like a Lamplighter bee,
Or feel the pain from a Weasel of Woes!
Some horror I’ve witnessed, it bit and spat!
The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat!
I change my mind. I had far too much fun making this.
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I wrote a little something about my chonk of a cat in the form of a starveling poem. Hope you like it:
The fat Lil cat!
The fat Lil cat!
You should pet his belly,
He quite likes that!
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