Just one of those random poems I couldn't reist writing a posting. Try to enjoy!
I'm back.
And Mogget
Is a mess.
Didn't anyone
Care for him
While I was gone?
Sendings can
Hold grudges?
Mogget is
As grudging as ever
But there's something else
Wrong with him...
He's lukewarm water
Turning cold.
Speaking of water,
Mogget
Needs a bath.
A pink tongue goes
Only so far
Before good old
Soap and water
Need to take over.
The Sendings make
Some scented soap,
And the give it to me.
Mogget's now my responsibility.
There's a growl
Of defiance
And another
Of distaste
Then the purr
Of small talk
But I won't be
Distracted.
Mogget's clever,
But not tricky enough.
Mogget
Needs a bath.
It's a timeless,
Painful struggle
But at least I'm
Wearing gloves
Thicker than
This House's walls.
Soon enough
He bows to
The Abhorsen's wishes
With every hair
Raised in defiance.
Soapy, and
Sudsy
Angrier than
He's ever been.
Doesn't matter
If he likes water
What matters
Is that he's in.
Pale Charter forms
Hover;
Offer towels
Here and there.
Soon enough,
Sqeaky clean
With a sqeak
But a shiny sheen
Mogget's...
Somewhat clean.
Give your cat a bath,
And he will need a brush.
That's another part
That gets me.
Suddenly it's fur flying
Everywhere
Like dandruff,
Almost,
Or clouds,
Or snow.
Now Mogget is
Like dandruff
(almost)
Or clouds
Or snow.
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