What do I ask of mudcat, that I need fear It would not send me cheer? I am a charmer To think that dreams upset it: It is clear The Cat is eternal, I am but a llama. What do I want of threads, when verses share such rhyming convolutions I have told? Why do words in patterns so compare, When ego seeks through verse to then unfold? Why do I seek the cat, am I but scared I may not find in Penguin or in print, and search For publication in its threads? I've dared Far less, for more: continuous rhymes I share with threads that lurch Yet, I keep on, and still stick out my neck That I might some day find a publisher with a cheque.
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