The Cat Sat On the Mat
THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT
this perfect poem of mine
will rhyme in every line
no stanza’s out of time
or thoughts that drift sublime
the cat sat on the mat
her body round and fat
and when you stroke her fur
rewards you with a purr
blah…blah…fishpaste !
we all love faithful dogs
who chase those logs and frogs
with coats shiny and long
who never judge you wrong
blah… blah…bonemeal !
birds have feathers that curl
and when they fly they whirl
they sing the sweetest songs
choirs of sing-along’s
blah…blah… birdsh…eet !
this perfect poem of mine
will rhyme in every line
no stanza’s out of time
or thoughts that drift sublime
THIS PERFECT POEM OF MINE IS INTENSELY ANNOYING !!!
SO I’LL ADD A BOTTOM LINE COMPLETELY DESTROYING !!!
I hear the dragon breathing threats of polluted line-spaces
that
promise to destroy the crow-like-critics of the written word
….like a rush of fresh air
© Kim van Breda—15 September 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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