I Tripped Over My Cat
Tears are falling, but oh dear this is not a time for weeping,
oil fell on my cat- now, I am sobbing and she is creeping;
but crying won't solve anything- I must stop the oil from seeping !
It was just a quarter cup that caused all this wailing and crying,
and cat sobbing- as I was about to do some French fry frying;
that is why I am weeping for behind me she was peacefully lying !
Now her pretty fur is covered with oil and she won't stop weeping.
I try to hold her but I am sobbing and she is running and leaping,
she is so slippery and crying- but, in my arms she is keeping !
She fights, as I rub her the wrong way for the first time in nine years,
in fact, it takes nine baths in dawn soup in order to do the fur repairs;
now, she is the cat's meow- gone all weeping, sobbing crying and tears !
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July 16, 2021
Written for the contest, The Goblins Jewel Box 1
sponsor, Jack Webster
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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