Not Guilty
I didn’t do it, I swear to you;
I would not intentionally, that much is true.
A bat flew in here,
and showed me its rear,
into a stew, I flew.
I know that you want to talk,
so at that, I will not balk.
Your TP’s in tatters,
I’m mad as a hatter,
while that guilty bat, just walks!
Oh, the window is closed, I see;
why do I feel, I must flee?
I’ve run out of excuses,
it’s either the fault of my muses,
or my alternate personality.
Okay, so I am a bad cat;
that is the end of that.
I flew into a frenzy,
tore up TP intensely,
I confess, there was no bat.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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