A pet owner tried to dress her cat up in a costume.

For anyone who tries doing that: it will cost you.
That feline hates being stylized, hisses at a hat.
Unleashing her claws, the feline attacked.

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If there is such a thing as a preschool-level class for aspiring DJs, there has to be at least one student who asks “and wave them like you just don’t care?”

(after the teacher
has just taught the students
to “raise your hands in the air”).

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Pom-poms (of cheerleaders) sometimes rotate like brushes

that remove smudges from cars or even buses.
For those that are driven despite the stress or overtime,
the grind will hopefully lead to a shine.

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Cheerleaders lift spirit up a notch, fundraising in the form of a car wash.

With sponges, it’s like they give a car a massage.
Their activity happens near a garage.

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Tattooed on a man are the birthdays of his offspring.

Tattoos help him remember; he’s reminded by the dark ink.
A lot of kids is what this dad has;
on his skin are many tats.

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A kid demands candy, but his parent declines.

That kid then throws a tantrum, cries, and whines.
Earlier, he ate a cookie; now he screams for a lollipop.
He’s learning that people can’t always get what they want.

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Someone (named Jeff) did not agree with being called Jeffrey.

To him, “Jeffrey” sounded like a lie because he did not feel free.
That name was how he was often identified;
being labelled in that way is how part of him died.

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