Monday, February 27, 2006


Ode to Ice-T

Felis Cattus,

is your taxonomic nomenclature, an endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?

Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations, a singular development of cat communications

that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.

A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents; you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.

And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion, it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Ice-T,
the complex levels of behaviour you display connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.

And though you are not sentient, Ice-T, and do not comprehend, I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend

(From a "Star Trek: Next Gen," wherein Data delivers a poetry reading and, as his NINTH poem [when the crew were all struggling to keep awake], Data noted that Keats and others were in the habit of writing "odes" to people important to them. In that spirit, Data wrote and read aloud an ode to his cat, "Spot." Data rocks. Ice-T rules.)


Mind settin' him up on a tee for me. I need to practice my field goals.

Teditor, you'd draw back a nub!
Isn't that your cousin's name?
And this illustrates clearly why not all men are poets. I'm surprised Ice-T didn't run away.
Everybody has atleast one poem inside them. In thi case that is where it should have staid.
Oh to sweet Ice T..It's funny
I never woulda took you for a
cat man..or dog man for matter.
Guess you are still full of
Now dadgumit, that was a purdy good pome fer an android!
oo! kitty!

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