I love cats
Twelve have I
So many cats do confuse
I have cats; but no muse
It must be true
What they say
Did the cats chase
The muse away?
What’s that you say? you louse
Cats only chase away the mouse
That fact is of no use
I just want to find my muse
Here I sit in my hell
No muse
And you say, I can’t spell
I can’t take this abuse
There it is my dilemma
Is this the way it should be
My hand shaking in a tremor
Now! if only I could write poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem