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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These made me laugh this morning – particularly the first one. thank you and good luck with the course. ailie
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Thank you 🙂
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Happens all the time… still they come back for more…
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Are we talking ghost cats here?
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Love all poems that so prominently feature dead cats.
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A man after my own heart 🙂
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Linda, How sad. Particularly poignant given my recent history with kittens.
But, as usual, extremely witty.
ViV
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Only the one about the two Muffins is (sort of) true. We have three cats and a million gerbils buried in our garden. My brother says the RSPCA have us on their Most Wanted list.
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I like your series of poems, they’re funny.
Thanks for dropping by blog to comment on my poem.
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Ditto! 🙂
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I love these especially the first one!
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Thanks 🙂
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Really liked Feline Sad. Sometimes, bad puns can make everything better, sometimes.
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Puns are fun; I love ’em.
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