Cat On the Zoom
All the way from my sitting room
I can hear my calico talking on Zoom,
Seems she’s looking for someone to exhume
Remains of a ratty old, worn-out broom.
I buried it because it smelled like a tomb,
Not realizing it was to her “eau de parfum.”
In her present state of utter, abject gloom,
She is now threatening me, I presume,
For I distinctly hear her saying, “Kaboom!”
A mushroom cloud could suddenly loom
It saddens me deeply this could mean doom,
If I don’t do something she’ll continue to fume.
If you have a cat, one with a nom de plume
Be careful to eavesdrop from your sitting room
And if you hear the dreaded word “Kaboom,”
Hurry, right then; go and shut off the Zoom!
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written December 3, 2021
especially for "'Z' - New or Old" poetry contest
sponsored by Constance La France
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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