reflections on a detour home to get a poem done today
On the walk home
to write this "pome,"
New York Slice in hand,
I noticed a cat,
ominously black,
hissing and taking a stand.
I tossed him my crust,
to earn his trust,
but failed, I did, at this coax.
Vermin don't eat 'zza-
& an article I saw
said "Pizza Rat is a Hoax."
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