Your name is Luna but we call you Chonkers
It's a fitting name because you're bonkers
It's a fitting name because you're bonkers
You used to be known as the Top Cat
But now you're lucky to even be pat
But now you're lucky to even be pat
You meow incessantly and whine to boot
Your crazy antics are not a hoot
Your crazy antics are not a hoot
I'm sorry you're no longer a priority
But we've got a baby now, you see
But we've got a baby now, you see
We will attempt to pet you more
And not constantly shove you out the door
And not constantly shove you out the door
But you've got to make an effort too
Cause the baby wakes up when you loudly mew
Cause the baby wakes up when you loudly mew
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This post is part of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop
7.29.10
Prompt #2: Write a poem for your furry friend
(and I'm pretty sure she meant a poem for your pet and not your ... well, you know)
7.29.10
Prompt #2: Write a poem for your furry friend
(and I'm pretty sure she meant a poem for your pet and not your ... well, you know)