This is a quick post because I start my back to work course today and I have to spend the time before bus getting ready like real people.
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The prompt was ‘meow’; here are some cat poems:
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In The Street
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I met a white cat.
That cat was fat. A car drove
past…splat! Flat fat cat.
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Man’s Second-Best Friend
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Sitting in state in
the garden, Cat contemplates
his rotten fate: damned
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an inferior
runner-up to Dog – that one,
peeing up the gate.
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Feline Sad
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My much-loved cat is
dying. He makes no noise. My
life has no-purr puss.
Somehow, he caught the
mange. Hairs fell out one by one:
he’s a no-fur puss.
At last his pain is
over. He gasped his last breath.
Now he’s no-air puss.
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Muffin the Cats
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I once owned two cats named Muffin,
but not at the same time.
One’s buried under a conifer;
the other under a lime.
I’m afraid it often happens:
one cat, one car will flatten.
Every time.
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