A cat duet.
A silhouette.
A high brick wall,
An awful squall.
A moonlit night,
A mortal fight.
A man in bed,
Sticks out his head.
Gee Whiz!
The man has riz.
His arm draws back
A big bootjack–
A loud swish,
Squish!
“What’s that?”
A dead cat.
by EDWIN C. RANCK (1879-?)
Public Domain Poetry
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Brilliant!!
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Which is why we had to share it. Thanks so much for reading, OL! 😀
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I concur: it sounds as if you guys have written it.
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Well, we’re quite flattered, so thank you! 😀
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Very welcome, and happy holidays to you both!
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Hello Tony,
Poor cats have it ruff, I mean rough.
Gary
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Hee hee hee. Very cute, good sir! 😛
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Hmmm…nice one
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It was a terrific find, that’s for sure! Thanks for reading!
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You’re welcome
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What is riz?
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I’m not exactly sure, if I’m honest.
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🤣🤣🤣
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Brilliant. Love it. I guess we all wish we’d written this.
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Ha! I totally agree with you on that! 🙂
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Dead poet tour. 😂
I swear this poem sounds like You and Tati wrote it yourself. I knew it; you guys are reincarnates of some quirky, old, dead poets.
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Oh, I wish we wrote this. I really do! But I’m going to take that as a real compliment, my friend. To be considered on the same level as this poet… well, that’s an honour! 😛
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