Itinerantdaughter's Blog

Another limerick written while drunk in Paris:

Ode to My Cat

There once was a black cat named Slash

who could charm in the bat of a lash

when he wore his lil’ tee

more swooning you’d see

than ingredients are in succotash

—

It works but also, like, doesn’t.

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