Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #485

The Christmas Cat
by Belinda Roddie

The Christmas cat was quite festive indeed,
wearing a Santa cap atop his head,
and he would punish people's wrath and greed
by taking a large dump upon their beds
(litter box be damned)! He'd sneak into your house
and leave you hairballs underneath the tree,
and if he encountered a frantic mouse,
why, he'd befriend it, happy as can be.
And don't think your cabinet was deemed safe
from the Christmas cat's rampage - no, in fact,
he'd tear through meats and treats as if by strafe
and not leave a single package intact.
Nobody asked for gifts from the Christmas
cat, but he still has "presents" wrapped for us!



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