John, your vision is faulty
Not only four horsemen there be
But also cats of gloom and doom
First is Famine
A fat cat that cries
All hours for more grub
Despite overflowing food dish
Second is Pestilence
Nibbles and drools on all your food
Drinking out of your cup
After licking their own butt
War is the third
Hisses and howls day and night
Patrols the neighborhood
Raining down violence on all intruders
Fourth and final is Death
Half-eaten mice and birds
An occasional rabbit leg
Left on mat and pillow
And behold the house they live in
Behold their loyal owner
Naïve human unknowingly
Petting the true harbingers of the Apocalypse
This is what true evil looks like. |
3 comments:
Ooh creepy, menacing poem. Love it :-)
That was hilarious. Great way to start the day.
Visiting from UBC
Funny!
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