Ringo-The Alcoholic Cat It
Seven years gone by his eighth life now spent
Stumbling flank comes Ringo, my fat drunk cat
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine
As I Wait for the dreaded number nine
The label I hide on the wine bottle
Has been soaked in poison now for a time
Promptly stuck for Ringo, it hits his paw
They told me of the psycho cat's demise
Not too long after his last curtain call
No guilt do I feel, for that mean old cat
Eerie board walk creaks near the white sand beach
Each and every time I think he’s back
September 14, 2020
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Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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