Writers' Groups

It's been awhile since I've posted anything from writers' group on here so here's a little poem I wrote for our last meeting.

My Cat

Once I had a little cat.

He grew and grew and now he's fat.

And when sometimes he wants his food

I have to say he's downright rude.

He sits upon our dining table.

It's taboo, but he is able

To break the rules we have for pets,

Cause he pretends that he forgets.

His look says “Feed me, feed me, do,

I am so hungry, it is true.

Although it's early, I can't wait.

I need some food upon my plate.”

He has us trained so very well.

We give him food and all is swell.