My rating: 4 of 5 stars
As Read by Red Poetguy
Here’s a tale of love found in the big city,
Two country cats, one rugged and one pretty.
Tex the male ended up washing dishes,
Sugar the fem was a female cat... probably liked to eat fishes...
The cats started singing out of desperation,
So sad were they that they looked for... um.. inspiration.
I started singing, much like these little kitties,
But all I could find were a bunch of pitties.
That last rhyme was lame, much like the rest,
I’m out of ideas, I’m doing my best.
Stop staring at me like that, I don’t need your crap.
You try to make up a dumb rhyme about a book about two singing cats that fall in love after failing at their dreams cause alone their dreams were worthless but together they work out and that’s frickin beautiful but you are just a crappy poet alone in your room in your tighty whities staring at a computer screen trying to come up with a dumb poem because some library jackass asked you to review a children’s book and you thought “Hey that’s a way to get exposure for your poetry” but when you start writing all you have is just junk that’s not fit for basic human consumption. Man, I hate this. Oh, yeah... a rhyme... wrap?
I dunno. Merry Christmas.
Each day in the month of April 2012 (starting the first Sunday, then excluding every other Sunday) we will blog using the alphabet as our guide. I will link each post to the letter and you can find them all on this page. If you want to keep up with the challenge for my fellow bloggers, check out the A to Z Challenge Page.