Let it not be said I am deterred by lack of interest in my subject matter. It made me laugh to write it. I hope you laugh too.
Who better than my most literary of friends to critique the attempted murder of Shakespeare?
HOUSECAT SONNET I
My Cutie’s eyes are nothing like the sun.
A crow is far more black than her coat’s black.
If snow be white, why then her belly’s dun.
If fur be wire, then wire grows on her back.
She comes not like the fog on little feet.
She pads on paws more suited to a bear.
The fragrance of a blossom, fresh and sweet,
is not her fishy breath which fouls the air.
I love her squeaky yowl, yet well I know
that silence would be pleasanter by far.
I grant I never saw a cheetah go.
My Cutie’s gait is like a compact car.
And yet, by Felix, I think Cutie rare,
as fine as any feline, and as fair.
Who better than my most literary of friends to critique the attempted murder of Shakespeare?
HOUSECAT SONNET I
My Cutie’s eyes are nothing like the sun.
A crow is far more black than her coat’s black.
If snow be white, why then her belly’s dun.
If fur be wire, then wire grows on her back.
She comes not like the fog on little feet.
She pads on paws more suited to a bear.
The fragrance of a blossom, fresh and sweet,
is not her fishy breath which fouls the air.
I love her squeaky yowl, yet well I know
that silence would be pleasanter by far.
I grant I never saw a cheetah go.
My Cutie’s gait is like a compact car.
And yet, by Felix, I think Cutie rare,
as fine as any feline, and as fair.