a loud crash
shocks me from sleep
that damn cat
knocked my stuff in a heap
what to throw
for a lesson to teach
anger just grows
cause my pillow won't reach
with a taunting me-ow
it exits the scene
but alas, no return
to my x-rated dream
I stare at the ceiling
aware of a loss -
my comfy pillow
which I had to toss
so that cold, cold floor
I eye with a glare
and who do you think's
on my pillow, out there?
free cat, anyone? please?
Chuck, Oh! , just get over it ! That's just what it's like to be owned by one of them. B.V.A.
Well Hello Chuck: Exactly, just what I mean. Loved it. Wonderful humor, ignore the fellow who implies editing, it’s exactly right as is. Thanks for bringing it to my attention and I shall read more.
Very funny- and written with great fluency! Nice job Thank you for the kind comment
Hahahahaha! fabuloso......i adore your sharp wit.....wonderful....and you can keep the cat, he sounds a bit annoying....im off to check our hairdressers revenge, i think its called.....im so glad i visited your writes, cheering me up no end
Yes, please ship that free cat to me, along with a bottle of CATsup, and please read my poem 'Cats (in the style of Edgar Allan Poe) '. Thanks for sharing. Also please include your CATalog in case you have anything else free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They do do things like this, and they are so darned SMUG about it, sitting and smirking at you because they KNOW they have won!