That Hill

One day I took McFat,
My cat,
He rolled down a hill,
Hitting trees against his will.
When he skidded to a stop,
Out came a cop,
With the request I fix that hill.
I worked day and night,
While McFat got in fights,
And now the hill is worse,
Because you can’t fix a mountain.


Author: dorseyw

philosopher, iconoclast, technoboy, musician, conjuration battle-mage, dean