NaPM April 2 2015

[just mercedes]

napalm 2nd April

ratatatat

I've a rodent called Euripides, whose throne sits on my desk;
he's Japanese and cast from bronze, with fur like arabesque.
Sat up on his haunches, with a certain intellectual stare
he takes umbrage at my spelling when I'm typing something there.
My rat is old, his ears still sharp, his age is on his tail.
A tricentennial; wise in years, he helps me when I fail.
To write a poem about a pet, that's way beyond the pale
and I did it without cliche; okay, the one above is stale.

A certain intellectual stare - You lookin' at me? Yo9u lookin' at me?

 'anumbrage' and ootz 'something'

Have I told you lately that

blue turns to grey
and try as you may
you just don't feel good
and you don't feel all right
and you know that you must find her, find her find her ...