Sweet Rhonda Wright Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

She was long awaited, now she has everything.
She has the delightful scent of flowers in spring.
With golden curls and a giggle that is quaint…
Rhonda Wright is the essence of lovability that ain’t.

Rhonda is a sudden panic attack waiting to occur.
When she approaches, children rush away in a blur.
Her appearance is misleading; you could never tell…
Soon it will be obvious that things are not going well.

Rhonda is sing sweetly as she pets the purring kitty.
The stripped feline is swinging by his tail. What a pity!
As he is released strategically from the centrifugal force.
He is launched into orbit; sent on an undisclosed course.

The landing is abrupt, the ground is suddenly quaking.
The furry missile gains consciousness and is shaking.
Rhonda playfully starts to approach for a second attempt.
Survival senses persuade kitty to scurry with contempt.