She was the cat’s meow
But yet she cried bow-wow
Bow-wow-meow is the place I drink milk moo-moo
Not mine skirt apparel I’m the ballerina in the tutu
Whom am I to cry out, when in my throat I shout NOW
11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Oh Solo Mee Oh Oh star of Light
Oh Minchee Dee Oh in Silver Bright
Oh mee oh mee oh my oh……
We meow our truth, to Mexico!
I ask their owner “what is up with them, Hey?”
They are trying to entice me to let them celebrate in May.
Cinco de Mayo is coming up and it should be a wow.
This is why they are warbling out this wild meow!
The cats gave us a wink and took out their guitars.
“Oh Solo Mee Oh Oh light of a thousand stars,
Oh mee oh mee oh my oh……
We meow our truth, to Mexico!
Seven prominent gold teeth show his worth
He walks with a strut that makes us all take a look
He is the utmost cat who knows where it’s at
He makes Top Cat look like a worm on a hook.
He is the cat’s meow for sure; we love him so!
His confidence promenades around him as he struts.
We like what we see, because we felines are easy ready.
He’s Gold Blue, we say, in awe, with a kind of hush.
But his mother calls him Sammy Boy Junior or Freddy.
He is the cat’s meow for sure, we love him so!
Cats Meow - A Haiku
light break of the day
a gray, hungry cat purring
whilst watching the bowl
idyllic noonday
a siamese, meow cat
betrayed by the pot
3/29/19
by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
What now brown cow is there some sort of contention going on here?
I only wanted to indulge in some small form of nourishment here;
And you can at times provide such a tasty morsel,
I am after all just a cat who desires his occasional saucer.
So how about we come to an agreement;
I’ll keep those certain type of undesirables out of your sleeping area;
And in turn perhaps you might indulge me on occasion.
I do you know so admire those big black eyes of yours;
And in my moments of indulgence’s I imagine swimming in them.
I don’t know maybe I could even love you except it is an impossible love.
You have your place here as the provider of substance for all your little ones;
And me I can’t stay home at night because it’s my time to take inventory.
I’ve got old acquaintances to see, newcomers soon to be in need of my attentions.
But hey what say we jump over the moon tonight?
Right now I can hear a rhyme about us doing just that.
So come on Daisy help a cat out don’t be so predictable just once.
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