Cat - Funom's Sonnet
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Cat
I see him by the old oak door,
and he is wet and sad it seems.
His fur is jet. Can not ignore
his paw is red, and in sunbeams,
I see he is one to deplore.
For now, I see the sad extreme
of the bad way he's in...has sore
on his one paw, and by all means
may be a pet of one nearby.
To get up now he can not try,
for his bad paw can not comply.
Now, sad I am for him, so that
I run to get wet rag and mat
to be a doc for pussycat.
Sandra M. Haight
~9th Place~
Contest: The Funom's Sonnet
Sponsor: Funom Makama
Judged: 04/20/2016
Rules: all words must contain only three letters or less, except for end rhyme words.
Lines must have 7 or 8 syllables.
Rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b a-b-a-b c-c-c-d d-d
Note: the word cannot may also be spelled can not
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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