draliman on life

Here is my entry for Evil Squirrel’s Contest Of Whatever 2023! The theme this year is (drum roll) “November 31st”!

I couldn’t bring any of my initial duff ideas to fruition so I fell back on writing a poem. Yes, a poem!

I know, right?

A warning to anyone who doesn’t read Evil Squirrel’s Nest (and if not, why not?) – this is very specific to the critters who infest the Nest. But you can always critique me on my dodgy rhyming and shitty scanning.

A poem for COW 2023

A quite tricky day, that none can remember,
Today is quite odd, 31st of November!

Here come the critters, but everything’s changed,
They’re all topsy-turvey, psyches rearranged.

First up is Mitzi, they say quite a bimbo,
But here she comes trotting, her hooves NOT akimbo!

Next up is Zeeba, but wait – is this real?
No blood can I see, she’s become quite gentile!

And here is the Pres, he’s arrogant, the Boss,
But look here today, he’s quite at a loss!

It’s just past 4:20 and now here comes Fuzzy,
He’s not stoned at all, his head clear, not muzzy!

And Snuggle and Big Scrat, they do love to hate,
But just for today they’ve become best of mates!

And finally Buster, a tear in his eye,
He’s made it right through, and hasn’t yet died!

I’ll leave you now reader, doubtless wanting more,
Because very soon all will be as before,
The critters will be back, but just as they were,
That is, until next we see 31 November.