Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
I'm caught twixt Toe and Balladeer,
I'm confused about where I'm at.
Maybe I shouldn't have come in here?
I'm constantly vilified by that old Toerag,
(His boot's permanently fixed in my rear).
And Suthern follows up to help him brag.
Balladeer writes more subtlely clear,
(I suspect he's a lover of cats).
And, hence I've found I must live in fear.
Iloveit shamelessly tips her hat,
For the mean things I so often hear,
From that ne'er do well scalawag.
Look at my life, so helplessly drear,
Each day seems to slothfully drag,
Because I'm the target of Toe and ‘Deer.
They take their shots, I'm often bagged,
They revel in this sport, they appear
To have more fun as my spirit's dragged
Through the mud that's my life in here.
ta daaaa - and I really don't feel this way - I just needed something to write about. I love 'em both.