Bad Black Cat Poetry

This past week had two very important days: National Black Cat Day and National Bad Poetry Day. Of course, the only logical thing to do was to combine the two.

An Ode to My Black Cats

An ode to my black cats three,

on the floor, they do not pee.

The youngest is Hades

who likes to abduct ladies.

The Oldest is Hector

Who’s sweet as, um, . . . nectar.

In the middle is Hermes,

He’s been fixed so he has no spermies.

Hmmm, I guess to celebrate them in rhyme ,

I should have named them Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

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