Written instead of sleeping
Four precious fuzzy kitties
sit waiting like grey biddies
the feignt glow from a door ajar
to which they wait as if at bar
I wonder what they'd drink
They Notice a sudden stink.
A Tall Cat standing not too far
watching thinking blinking but not to mar
Long cat twitches my whiskey itches!
"Shush, he sees! You're broken the scheme,
He'll never finish his theme!"
They scatter all but two one rolled like a bun
the other no whiskers save but one.
My poem is not good- so I am done.
To be fair it was very late and I wrote steam of conciousness so while it's my fault it sucks I still refuse to take ownership of it. This is just to remind me that I should really avoid poetry in the future.
sit waiting like grey biddies
the feignt glow from a door ajar
to which they wait as if at bar
I wonder what they'd drink
They Notice a sudden stink.
A Tall Cat standing not too far
watching thinking blinking but not to mar
Long cat twitches my whiskey itches!
"Shush, he sees! You're broken the scheme,
He'll never finish his theme!"
They scatter all but two one rolled like a bun
the other no whiskers save but one.
My poem is not good- so I am done.
To be fair it was very late and I wrote steam of conciousness so while it's my fault it sucks I still refuse to take ownership of it. This is just to remind me that I should really avoid poetry in the future.