The Mystery Of Woem Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

If you hold onto a kitty cat,
And he tells you sir, “meow! ”
Well, what is he really saying?
Is it something like “feed me now? ”

When I held him in front of a mirror,
His reflection looked cute to him,
He saw his reflection backwards,
So when he spoke he said “Woem! ”

Again, I held Kitty in front of the mirror,
What was on the left now, became right.
It had kitty oh so puzzled,
He stood there looking into the night.

When he finally spoke he said “Woem.”
The interpretation, I did not know how.
But a light bulb flashed inside my brain,
Could his reflection cause a reverse Meow? ”

Now it really doesn’t matter,
Whether it’s meow or it’s woem!
I cannot be hearing either,
For I’m allergic to both of them.

I sure have fun with play on words.
But it may leave people in a fog.
One word I would never mess with,
Would have to be the small word DOG!