After publishing my last series of haiku, I was challenged last week by the cats over at Opinionated Pussy Cat to write more poetry in various styles. I accepted the challenge and here are my results. I had to write a Tanka, a Cinquain, and a Limerick. Limericks are supposed to be a bit naughty, so it’s a little more risque than my usual writing, but done with class, of course. I decided to theme the three poems on the topic of the trials of being a house cat and up-and-coming famous writer. Here they are!
I am a tiger.
I slink around the corners
Looking for something
That I can take down and kill.
I find a fake mouse. Thrilling.
I think maybe
I have mistakenly
Hairballed in my mom’s nicest shoe.
Being famous is a chore
But being no one would be a bore
Having a blog
Makes me the top dog
But at times I get suitors I abhor.
They say to me “kitty, you are so pretty
Making jokes and being witty.
If I were
To make you purr
Would you give me a kiss, itty bitty?”
“No,” I say. “No, go away.
And do not come back another day.
You may not flirt,
nor lift my skirt
For I am not your prey!”
“But Kitty, kitty,” they cry some more
“Please let me through your bedroom door!”
“Now listen here you silly fan
You just are not my type of man
Nor the type of cat that I’d fall for.”
So what do I want? For whom do I search?
Who would I allow to take me to church?
Well, now, you see
That’s a secret for me
So sorry to leave you in the lurch!