Saturday, October 29, 2011

Ode to Ms. Skittle













A Felineous Sonnet
By David Roth
© 29th October, 2011

I sought my furry feline friend
to broach some highbrow conversation

to bring the matter to an end
to stall the fruitless tribulation

glare intense, her whiskers twitching
tail tossed like a metronome

she had me, held me, cast, bewitching
froze, immobile garden gnome

green eyes reach within as well
to seek the thing I ponder

hold me firm within her spell
relieved, and still I wonder

but then, I muse; I reason that
she is, indeed, a jelicle cat.

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