Sitting down to write a poem,
After stressing all day over a cat,
You would understand if you know him,
He’s a little ball of orange fluff, and not very fat.
I work nights,
So, naturally, the appointment was mid-day,
I was scared, and time was tight,
I didn’t have much say.
Turns out he’s allergic to the tiniest flea,
His skin scabbed up and broke out into a really nasty rash,
A shot was all he needed, a big relief to me,
And not a terrible drain on my pool of cash.
Insomnia is here, so much for sleep,
Sometimes I really want to scream BLEEP!
Ryan S. Kinsgrove