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I am a stomachCovered by fur and optimismYou like me purring
Your cat is researchingA definitive treatiseAbout car oil pans
Do you mind, I'm busyCrap, vomit and furballs?That was someone else
If you were my sizeMy teeth would be in your neckLet's deal, can opener
Heh. Very f(el)ine.Of the list I am selecting from, thoughtfully emailed to me be a non-cat-loving friend, there is one that comes rather close to (though to my mind is not as good as) the third of yours, viz: There's no dignityin being sick, which is whyI don't tell you where
I have so much hairThat I'm quite willing to shareSummer's in the air
What's on the TV?What's on the computer keyboard?You talking to me?
This is too easy for you. Perhaps a villanelle ...?
"There's no dignityin being sick, which is whyI don't tell you where"Much better than mineAnon's no pussy with wordsDoesn't need kneading
Villanelle, schmielanelleFelines find such poseyA poor substitute forA Double DactylStretching body and pointsComes naturally to thoseBorn without thumbs But prone to polydact(y)
Cats and computers go togetherlike bacon and eggslike Laurel and Hardydogs: bored nowwanna put claw to earthand check out the latest shitcats like a room with a reasonwith no surprises but opportunityand warm and dim with manydangly bits they watch your eyesestablish the sightlinesand vogueand there you areplaying with flickering light and miceeating and not looking at themso they pad outbnkujdacs7y874qweiuwhile you relieve youselfeven using a taunting tail to wipeyour screen free of sneeze cheesedoesn't remove their uneasy smirkbut they get the idea of steady pains takenand that a house with a computerhas a room one can own
Gotta love that. And all true, too.
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