A Clumsy Cat
I've tried to fight the doldrums
with my mind and ready wit.
But all I've gleaned is a yawn,
and a real desire to quit.
I've finished scratching my butt,
tending to an award itch.
And stare down at a blank page,
writing poems is a .
Maybe I'll try something new,
and write about what I see.
But, one look around this place,
shows little to inspire me.
All I see are dust bunnies
and a cat that won't sit still.
Ah, shoot, there goes his food dish,
shall I write about the spill?
There once was a clumsy cat
that didn't notice the wax.
And sliding into his dish,
he was stopped dead in his tracks.
On second thought, maybe not,
it lacks that ring of appeal.
For it's too silly, and I'm
not sure how the cat would feel.
(Quatrain)
7/21/2017
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