04-02-2015, 05:19 PM
napalm 2nd April
ratatatat
I've a rodent called Euripides, whose throne sits on my desk;
he's Japanese and cast from bronze, with fur like arabesque.
Sat up on his haunches, with a certain intellectual stare
he takes umbrage at my spelling when I'm typing something there.
My rat is old, his ears still sharp, his age is on his tail.
A tricentennial; wise in years, he helps me when I fail.
To write a poem about a pet, that's way beyond the pale
and I did it without cliche; okay, the one above is stale.
ratatatat
I've a rodent called Euripides, whose throne sits on my desk;
he's Japanese and cast from bronze, with fur like arabesque.
Sat up on his haunches, with a certain intellectual stare
he takes umbrage at my spelling when I'm typing something there.
My rat is old, his ears still sharp, his age is on his tail.
A tricentennial; wise in years, he helps me when I fail.
To write a poem about a pet, that's way beyond the pale
and I did it without cliche; okay, the one above is stale.