Steampunk Cat Listens To Uncle Tom
Steampunk Cat had some weird feelings in his head.
They clanged around against metal, filled him with dread.
Something is happening, he told his Uncle Tom Stead.
I feel a storm is coming, that might make us dead.
Tom was a cagey old codger, all curiosity gone.
He rolled over sleepily on the couch he was on.
Steampunk has made you suspicious he told his nephew.
Even if a tornado comes, it probably will not get you.
Steampunk Cat did not know what to make of this.
He rolled his eyes merrily and blew his uncle a kiss.
His uncle never got stressed or excited anymore, he was old.
His advice was sage however, incredibly gold.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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