Honestly
Honestly, when you said I’d have
my portrait on Main Street, I didn’t expect to be the
city laughing stock.
You let that kid paint me like this?
That silly smile on my face, as if I were,
half drunk on catnip?
Do you take me for an idiot?
I’m am a proud member of the genus,
Felis Catus; not some cartoon.
Garfield, would even be offended, by this farce!
Really, do you think my legs are that twiggy?
And where’s my fur;
is it growing inside instead of outside?
And when have I ever had those
triangular pumpkin eyes?
You paint colorful spirals, bright green moons and
color burst abstracts and me as a stick cat?
Would you like it if I drew you like that?
Alright, you’ve had your joke;
now, erase that thing before you ruin my reputation!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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