A Poem by Me

The grass was high and could not wait
I knew the lawnmower was awaiting my fait

I fired it up and made a pass
lowering the level of that tall tall grass

the cat was watching and following me
as I pushed that mower, weaving around the tree

the flower in the yard could now be seen
with blooms of red and stems of green

as it always does when the lawn I mow
clouds moved in and the wind did blow

a gust of air moved my hat to the ground
I searched for it and turned around

it was at the moment I reached to retrieve my hat
that I did indeed mow that damn cat

all nine of its lives must have fled
as the poor old cat splattered all over my shed

I felt really bad and knew not what to do
so for supper that night, we all had stew.


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