A little poem about Mr. Cho.
A lovely black cat
Lives inside this house.
He’s fourteen years old
Middle age for cats.
He keeps his cushion
Beside the fireplace
And every handbag
Is good for a nap.
He has seen a lot.
His walnut sized brain
Thankfully cannot
Reproduce these things.
Published by Stephen McGlennon
Who knows where this will go, if anywhere at all.
I'm still not sure to be honest.
Now a 50 year old Gen-xer. The focus of this whatever it is will mainly be on poetry but I am very opinionated so I may well opine at you on occasion. You are not obliged to engage. :)
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