I over feed her cat,
cause I can’t shoot it.
Twenty-three pounds now
and breathes like a horse.
Reminds me of my mother,
who was morbidly obese,
dying years before her time.
I wonder what my old man
was thinking.
A contest entry
- C...is for Cat. by DogFish.
600 points, ended January 18, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This will be just as good in 20 years, "fanniesson", I laugh every time I think of your little deadpan verse!
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Congrat's on the silver, my friend. Again, you have wow'd me with your words. Love, Lane
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well, i did not expect this but am really impressed with your poem, very engaging and unexpected but brilliantly done. good luck in the contest.
blessings and best wishes, astralshepherd
~r.
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dood!
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machiavellian!
...this is just too good!
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