
Author: superfem. Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license. The original image may be seen at http://www.flickr.com/photos/superfem/3060950790/sizes/0/
Dear Reader,
This poem is a spoof on my poem "The Ne'er King". My wife and I currently have 13 cats, so I know whereof I speak. Enjoy the piece.
Rick
The Chair Cat
Not just about any cat…
There in the chair the Chair Cat lies
He dreams of birds behind closed eyes
His feet faint kick, His head does twitch
He sleeps there safe, there in His niche
Most lazy, He, among His clique
Too tired, He, for hide and seek
There yawning mouth does open wide
No, He’ll not play, He has His pride!
He’ll answer not His name today
He’s resting there and there He’ll stay
He'll lay right there in Chair-Cat chair
Do what ' world will, He doesn't care
He snuggles there in pillow soft
His nose gives sniff, He smells scent waft
There turns, He, then His noble head
Then rests it back on His soft bed
He’ll dream sweet dreams, sport peaceful look
And but for sleep no thought He’ll brook
All day He’ll rest in luxury
He stretches there in majesty
Serene, with comforts He was filled!
No dog barks heard, no vermin killed
To rest there peaceful was His plan
The Chair Cat, He, chair’s biggest fan
©2009, Richard Puetter
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