My Roommate’s Hellcat

A Comic Poem About My Furry Archenemy

Photo by Dmitry Ulitin on Unsplash.

There once lived a cat whom the devil begat.

He fouled up my stew and then swallowed it too.

That nasty little brat.

On the bar he spied grits, so he plotted a blitz.

How tasty, thought he, paws a-rubbin’ with glee.

Off he slunk to the mat.

He leapt and he swiped at my grits and windpipe.

In shock I just sat as my breakfast went splat.

The damn son of a rat—!

He fled as I wheezed—oh that furry disease!

I must have revenge, but on what would it hinge?

How my thoughts hopped like fleas.

In secret I schemed up a plan of my dreams.

I set down my bait and then lay there in wait.

Here kitty, kitty, please…

The fridge stood ajar with the food not too far.

He pounced for the cheese—then the door shut with ease!

May the hellcat now freeze.