I don't know much about cats, so if you don't like these, hey - I claim poetic license.
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Don’t turn on the light!
Trying to take a poop! – Okaaaay
Shit goes everywhere.
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O can-opener,
Yourgentle whir-r-r entices me;Portents of tuna.
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Let me in! Let me
In! Let me in! Let me in!
::whew:: Hey! Let me out!
[Hmmph. It seems the 5-7-5 thing is suddenly too tricky for me.]
After the second atomic bomb was dropped on Japan the emperor sent a summary his feelings about the idea of surrender to the Imperial Staff in the form of a haiku. Even in those difficult and stressful times he still managed to adhere to the 5-7-5 configuration.
I can only assume that violating the 5-7-5 rule (See above) means that you and Anthony are now talking in code.
Posted by: pops | February 09, 2006 at 04:59 PM
OH. MY. GOD. I'm finally catching my breath from the hearty chuckles. Them are good.
Posted by: Tonya | February 09, 2006 at 05:51 PM
Whups! Oh well. I have never been mistaken for the Japanese emperor.
Posted by: pam | February 09, 2006 at 08:10 PM
you meant intrigues me, didn't you pam?
Posted by: e | February 09, 2006 at 08:41 PM
No, "entices" seems right.
en·tice (ĕn-tīs')
tr.v., -ticed, -tic·ing, -tic·es.
To attract by arousing hope or desire; lure
Posted by: pam | February 09, 2006 at 09:42 PM
I used to be mistaken for royalty until I joined the Corps. Now I speak in a baritone and even my drill sergeant doesn't suspect...
Pam is the poet, I stick to prose except for song parodies....
To write a haiku
Takes more time than I want to
Spend on poetry
Quelle Japanese!
Posted by: Anthony | February 10, 2006 at 05:11 AM
Nicely done.
Posted by: Kathryn | February 10, 2006 at 07:48 AM