Slightly Irregular Ode to a House…
…and, more specifically, one of its joyous residents, without whom the house would be vacuous and gloomy and altogether insipid!
leaves of slumber make me number
than the first clear rays of day
but if lack of sleep didn't make me weep
I’d surely find countless reasons to stay.
the house of The Bobcat is where it's at!
at least that's what they all say
and I can't contest, though my eyes need rest
so I leave and hit the hay…
…however, in poetry, I’ve learned
that the rules of normalcy don't apply,
and a myriad of discoveries can be turned
into worlds that physics might deny!
So this is how it goes. One day
I stop in to give you this beret
that I found under this random archway
just south of Bombay.
All at once, however, I spy
a Bobcat rather nearby
whereby I find I must try
to appear as some tasteless fungi.
Shortly, however, I lower my arm
for I see that this Bobcat will do me no harm
he's the friendly sort, equipped with charm
as well as being snoogly and warm.
Then I notice that good friends abound
with lots of hugs to go around
and seltzer and swings, and the sweet, sweet sound
of some musical instruments we found.
And curfews don't exist at all
and I don't have a lazy eyeball
so the plethora of movies can enthrall
without collegiate worries, my soul to forestall!
Alas, if such a world did exist
then the blind discord would be missed
as a point of reference, to accent
these times in which I am truly content.