During the last book club I mentioned that I write a lot of poetry, but I keep it to myself because it’s fairly terrible, but today I’m making an exception and sharing some haikus I wrote when I found Ferrris Mewler inexplicably on top of the door, terrifying the magpies that make their nests in the eaves.
Flying Cat
Sweet Ferrris Mewler,
How did you manage to fly
as high as a cloud?
Here I am, dumbstruck.
Did you swing from the chain of
our (now) broken lamp?
You waste your talent.
We have lamps that need dusting
and gutters to clean.
Fuck with those birds more
and I’ll break your goddam legs,
you furry bastard.
PS.
Stop yelling, PETA.
I’m a pacifist. It’s called:
Poetic license.
And that’s why I don’t share my poetry. You’re welcome, world.