It had been weeks and I'd

written, no not a line, so I

opened that dog-eared journal

of mine

I had lunch on the windowsill

the city five stories down

people stopped to see if I'd

jump, all in a frown

pointed, disappointed

when I waved my ham

and cheese

a breeze

ruffling leaves

in a park at the end of the block

a cop stopping traffic at the

crosswalk

FAUK!

What's with this rhyming

some childhood hold out no doubt

That Cat In The Hat

SHAT!

I think for his crimes the Dr should swing

I'd even settle for the next best thing

The Cat in The Hat instead will pay

and what last words would the good Dr

to the hangman have the Cat say just

before the crack of the noose

"Hey you dumb bastard the knots come loose."