A fox chased my cat around a green bush
For my cat is fat and runs like a goose
I am surprised it did not bite her tush
But cat won the race since the dog was loose
The dog chased the fox across a brown field
Barking like a hound of hellish designs
The fox was smart and used brush like a shield
And dog lost interest and plotted resign
If you are still reading please learn this well
Foxes who chase cats will face the fierce dog
Fox chasing to dogs is an easy sell
and never sit still and stand quite agog
For in this day I did not win at all
for the dog came up and puked on my shawl
I know, I know, WORST SONNET EVER! (Even if it is loosely true.) I don’t call these Bad Poetry Days for nothing’ folks. I WILL post a disclaimer if I must. Writer I like to pretend to be, but poet I am most assuredly not. Anyway, Red Rope of Fate is coming along. I need to invest some time in learning more about Kindle formatting as I want Red Rope to look nice and pretty for you all. Beyond working my tail off in writing, I actually don’t have anything else to share today. (Bad poetry not withstanding.)
Enjoy your Wednesday, Champions!