and then the cat died.
her name is Cleo
which was given to her
by the force of ownership.
I’d like to believe there’s
a cat paradise where “goodie-
four-pawed” cats go to meet-up
with others of their kind.
unfortunately, Cleo will be doing time
in “purgatory” for her crimes.
the disposition of her case, although cruel is justifiable.
of late, she’d put into practice many of my personal traits
in bad timing during appointments, and displays of quirky
attitudes out of the blue in front of company.
but if purgatory is an island off the coast of paradise, which
many subscribers to the TV Guide have given credence to,
then she’ll be “on” purgatory not “in” purgatory:
as being: “I’m vacationing “ON” Nantucket.”
(which is correct)
as opposed to: “I’m vacationing “IN” Nantucket”
(which is incorrect and sounds pretty stupid if you ask me.)
well,–– that's it. so long.
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