ODE TO THE CAT-EXPLODING MICROWAVES: a poem, by ME!!!!!!
I'll manage 2 get in pixie stix somewhere....
Once upon a lovely day,
Filch the caretaker ran away,
And eloped with his cat.
Mrs. Norris, dear
I love you here,
He said, pointing to his heart.
Their honeymoon was very nice,
But Mrs. Norris got covered in ice,
So Filch stuck her in the microwave.
He pressed the buttons,
Then got some wontons,
So he could heat those after his cat.
Mrs. Norris spun around and around,
On the microwave above the ground,
For it had a revolving tray.
The tiny microwaves heated
Filch feasted,
On frozen wontons.
But there was something that Filch did not know,
Microwaves do more than just melt snow,
They heat from the inside out.
Mrs. Norris' guts got hotter,
Filch guzzled some water,
And smelled burning fur.
BOOM BOOM!
Smoke filled up the room,
Filch headed toward the microwave, cautiously.
Inside lay his dead wife's inside,
Filch stood there and cried,
He had killed his beloved cat.
So listen to Filch's woeing tale,
Even if your pet goes stale,
NEVER MICROWAVE IT!!!!!!!!
Aw, darn, I didn't get in my pixie stix cry. But I own nothing, except for the idea....