Stand by your Panic Rooms it’s that time again. Yes it’s time for truly terrible poetry.
Its time for Chelsea Owens mused poetry contest. This week the theme is…
Our cat is not black. Not sure I’m allowed to paint him. Given his immense size it would take an awful lot of emulsion. So imagine it’s a black cat….
So here goes. Wish me luck. I’m struggling to think of a word to rhyme with LUCK….
Oh no it’s Friday the thirteenth
Which is one less than fourteenth
Started the day by breaking a bedroom mirror
To find my huge tax bill just got a whole lot dearer
Then I mistakenly opened an umbrella indoors
And now my garden is full of rowdy dinosaurs
I foolishly walked under a builders ladder
And got bit on the bum by an angry adder
With a sore butt I then I stepped on a crack
Only to be attacked by a rabid wolf pack
Finally a Black Cat crossed my path
And now I’ve just fallen into the bath