I write a poem-2

It was a Monday.

A poem I must write on this day.

And I wrote a funny poem,

about a dog who was truly loyal

but only if he could stay

in a palace royal,

about a cat who was choosey

and hated chickens that were nosey

but surely relished those

that were roasted and rosy,

and about a parrot

who would not cease talking

even when he had a sore throat

and sounded

as if he was barking.

I loved the poem,

it was an interesting piece

no, I think it was a masterpiece. 

It was good enough a reason

for me to again sleep.

And when I woke up

I thought this poem

I must post it on my blog

and bring some cheer

on faces drowned in smog.

I looked at my notebook

and I got a shock. 

The page was empty

and words were missing.

Instead there was a message,

“Your silly poem we are stealing,”

“signed,

the dog,

the cat

and the parrot”.

And it was not all,

I was outraged to find

they had issued a threat

that left me in a bind,

“Don’t ever dare to defame all three of us,

for you will then see

that there is no one more vile

than us.

This one time

we are only stealing your poem.

Next time we would be dealing

with person who writes

such a silly poem.

Mind you, we are aware

of all the factors

and we know how to deal

with stupid characters.

Therefore, no fun at our cost

or it may turn out to be

your poem but last.”

Now, I don’t know what I will do

come Monday,

for a poem I must write

on that day.

© i b arora