Mon-Lis-Ment Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Mon-Lis-Ment

Chez lui
pour un mois
il aura plus d'un léger gôut
du fin poil de Lis.

Pour poil petit plus
dans l'Age-Chatte
et l'Age Àpres-Chatte
il brosse,
il rendre honneur à les portes,
il dit Bas! À Terre! et Shoo!

Il quand même éternue.

Monday, December 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: cat,managing
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Lily Management
For a month
at his house
he has more than a taste
of the fine fur of Lily.
For less fur
in the Cat Age
and the Post-Cat Age
he brushes,
he gives thanks for doors,
he cries Down! Get Off!
and By The Living Jesus!

All the same, he sneezes.
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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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