If cats could talk I think I might require
A bar of soap, or other punishment
For words my cat would say so she could vent
The full and fulsome limits of her ire.
Many people are fond of claiming
That they come from a family dysfunctional.
Their crimes, therefore, are not Their crimes
For their behavior is conjunctional
I'm at one with Nature, the sky and the trees,
When I am running, I create my own breeze.
I am one with the roadway, the path that I run
And yet I don't worship the sky or the sun.