Cat-World Problems

People are starving in Africa,
but the cat is at his bowl
complaining about the
vast sliver of bowl
daring to peak through
cat biscuits

There's murder on the news
but the cat is at the door
complaining about the rain -
and what are you going to do
about this climate change?

You can't deny it,
you know it's serious
when it's a cat-world problem
 because the fatter the cat

the bigger the noise




A.J.Ponder


P.S. Although of course neither of our cats are fat - they're just...big boys. And absolutely gorgeous...if a little demanding.

P.S. A.J is the author of Quest, Prophecy, Omens, Miss Lionheart and the Laboratory of Death, Wizard's Guide to Wellington, Attack of the Giant Bugs - a You Choose Science Adventure, and The Frankie Files

 

 More cat poems:

Accounting for Herbert

Queen of the Chair

The Piano Twins (cute kittens) 

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Dancer

Dancer

Once there was a dancing girl

She ran among the beggars, oh.

Sang among the beggars, oh.

And danced on the street

Some would throw her coins, oh.

Some would throw her silver, oh.

Some would watch the coins

As they scattered at her feet

She danced among the coins, oh.

Spinning to the jingling, oh.

And jangling

At her feet.

Beggars threw their kisses, oh.

Ladies threw their glances, oh.

But suitors threw their hearts, oh.

And laid them at her feet.

Yet she cared nought for suitors, oh.

Never heard their sighs, oh.

Didn’t see the hearts,

That lay trampled on the street.

Don’t cry for the girl, oh.

The suitors as they sigh, oh.

The rags as they fly, oh.

Just listen to the song as they dance on down the street.

A..J. Ponder

Ok so it's Valentines day, or so close to it you're still sneezing from the flower pollen, so here it is - probably my most romantic poem :) 

Originally it was a shape poem - I've  focussed more on the sound since then - but you can still just see the slim waist and a skirt that flies out as the girl spins around with abandon as she dances.  

P.S. I found it particularly hard to find a decent uncopyrighted picture of dancing feet that looked right, and not all pigeon toed or ballet dancery - and then I tried to find a dancer that looked even vaguely right without infringing copyright and had to give up - but I did find this lovely painting of Cherie Knott's, and I know she won't mind that I'm using it.

A..J. Ponder 

 

PS this poem has been updated. It was never meant to be insensitive, but more a love of dancing for dancing's sake.