#1685 - the cheese

 

1685

5.224

12.viii.24

the cheese

 

is every rodent’s last request

a tiny crumb of what you like

the snifter dram dry death

 

little paws thereof

so proper, sweet

 

in plastic doom

as hardware sold

 

get used to it

it’s all tribe till

 

as bowl of cream

to cat’s life last

 

a kind of inquisition

and some into the fire too

 

each has its little blindfold

a kind of cartoon doom

 

it was a run in

run around

 

that was our dancing bliss

 

the frolic feast of nibble what

 

shone eyes so speck

 

little paws of a death

so sweet