Friday, February 6, 2015

An Alien Picnic



In luck or in love,
These two come from up above.
They're locked in a struggle,
Over who gets to snuggle.
I'm telling you true,
They don't know what to do.
One likes the cat,
The other wants to chase it with a bat.
The dog is a lover,
But he steels all the covers.
So who gets to cuddle,
In the middle of this double?
A cat who can purr,
But also meows and licks its fur?
Or the dog who snores,
And wiggles and whines and more?
I say Neether and Nighthor and nor.
I say they both sleep on the floor.


[No cats or dogs were harmed in the making of this poem. Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.]
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