you elegant cat
who won’t wear a collar
or sit on my lap.
I recall the day
that you came to stay
you were so very small, and so very tabby
Your name was Bob Jones and
who names a cat that?
(Seriously?)
Anyway, does it matter?
I think it does not.
Because, Jones, you know
you will
never,
ever
sit on my lap.
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