The following entry in Purrsday Poetry is by Martin H. Samuel:
I’ve a cat
(or a cat has me)
a furry cat a really purry cat
when on my lap it’s sat
impartial it’s
(egotistical too)
but calls for consideration
(self-centred by and thru)
and when well-fed its purr
(a four-stroke motor)
is filled with condescension
when behind its ears you scratch
(it’s anticipated of you)
you might consider you heard
“Meow, meow, meow”
(sorry, right here’s the catch)
what it actually stated is
“Me now, me now, ME now”
and, as goldfish swims in bowl,
cat seems to be on with hazard fraught
considering, ‘So close to but thus far,
this fish is meals for thought.’
© 2021 Martin H. Samuel
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