"Man's best friend," they call me. Would you leave a best friend out here in the rain? I highly doubt it. This I'll-conceived notion that I'll stick around, waiting--hoping? No! Waiting on you to bring me food-- You expect me to dance, expect me to jump around yipping with glee the second I hear that can pop open for me? Well, you are sadly-- OH DEAR LORD! Is that bacon I smell? See me rolling on my back, wagging my tail? Bacon, oh bacon! I knew you loved-- Wait, what is this-- this brownish sludge-- this grotesque monstrosity in my blue ceramic bowl? Dammit-- I wish I was the cat. This poem was chosen as a submission for the YeahWrite.Me Weekend Moonshine challenge. Enjoy! |
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1/18/2015 12:16:32 am
So true, Tony! Great pic of Sheldon and his cat impersonation. LOL!
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