Author: Lelia Loban ★2017
Date: 2009-03-21 12:17
Ms. Shadow Cat Howls the Alarm
I’m forcing my stupid pet human to type
My words, instead of her usual tripe.
I’m here to howl, to sound the alarm:
Your screech-sticks are really the larval forms
Of the vacuum cleaner that eats your cat’s fur
And drowns out the sound of a resonant purr.
By night they spawn more of their monstrous ilk
As they lurk in their dens made of nice plushy silk.
Yes, deep in your closet, down under your bed,
Clarinet larvae are born and bred.
While you collectors exacerbate
The guile and the wiles of the screech-sticks, and prate
Of how many you own and how old and how rare.
But your cats know what lurks in those foul, evil lairs:
When you practice those squealings and squeakings and shrieks,
And obsess over reeds and mousepieces and leaks,
Your clarinets send out their siren call
To the neighborhood’s vilest devil of all,
To their master, the garbage truck prowling the road
That demon, that giant, that metal-clad toad,
Eating offal for meals, squashing cats if it can,
Controlling its minion, the old garbage man.
(Did you know that he plays the clarinet, too?
In fact, he may play it much better than you!)
Please cats, tell your humans to do what’s right –
Don’t let all those clarinets breed in the night!
Throw them all down the stairs, run them over with cars,
Or set them on fire, or blast them to Mars!
Lelia
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Post Edited (2009-03-21 12:21)
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