Limerick Three
The Boxy One
Of all the junk Amazon hawks,
Egg-slicers to novelty socks,
You can buy for your cat
An electronic rat,
But she’ll probably just play with the box.
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My cat has simple tastes. A fine cardboard. Nothing vintage, please.
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Owen Schaefer
Owen Schaefer is a Canadian writer, editor and playwright living in the U.K. He writes fiction, speculative fiction, and breezy articles on writing, AI, and other nonsense. Attacks of poetry may occur.
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