An Ode

So, I am not a poet. Really. Not. But my mind wandered this afternoon while waiting for a client to complete a project, and Tai was yowling at me for an early dinner, and then this happened.


Ode to The Tai
The Siamese across my knees is not a fan of patience.
His stomach growls, and so he yowls upon the desk adjacent.
If I gave in, you’d think he’d win, but truth could not be further.
He’d snarf his cup, forget he’d supped, and continue bloody murder.

It is doofy, but it made us chortle, so I’m sharing it. We don’t have to be super serious all the time, people.

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