For New Poet Kittens
Don’t you dare rock the boat!
Get in line, sweet, poet kitten.
Or find yourself, under our mote,
With leather gloves. you’ll be smitten!
Just pretend life is perfect and fun.
You must pay homage to us, each morn
Lest we show you the door, and then some.
These are our stern rules, do not ignore!
The poet did this for five years straight.
She ran out of things to pen, beautiful!
What if she decided to change her fate?
And write for her God, who is immutable!
6/23/2024
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