Mikey's poetry anthology


2. Sonnet

The cat ran down the hill fastly,

He was a fat splat, a cat who wanted,

he wanted a hat, so he could be snazzly,

dressed for the dance with the queen of meds,

so he ran to the hatters quicckly,

to buy a mad as cat hat for his mat,

there were so many hats for his cat, oh no,

he couldn't decide what he wanted,

so he asked the man, the man said he should,

just buy this cap of soft, dark furry willow,

it was just what he needed for his Ted,

he bit down his teeth into the flesh,

the blood poured out in a gush of red,

more and more spilling into a red lake.

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