Back in 2002, one of our writing exercises was to rhyme for ten
minutes. This illustrates that I have NO pride left, so here goes:
Kristin lives with a cat named Josie.
They live in Pacifica ~ quite cozy!
This grey furball is cute and not lazy,
but has a habit that some might call sleazy.
Ms. Josie gets her own take-out for dinner
and no one would call her Ms. Slimmer.
The bath tub is where she deposits her catch.
A restaurant that has no conceivable match.
The menu depends on the day or the night.
A mouse, a bird or even a rat ~ ugh, the fright.
When Josie finishes her entree
She tends to leave a strange nose gay.
One organ that is always the same -
it's small and weird and has no name.
But Josie is tidy as tidy can be.
She munches and crunches and that is the key,
For nothing remains ~ no feathers, no beak.
Just the one tiny particle, so Kristin won't freak.
