Pet Peeve

She was a dog-woman, I a cat-guy
Way back when we met;
I used to gaze at her when they’d go by
Wary of her pet

I tried to figure out how I could
Meet and talk with her;
When the idea kind of came to me
Hearing my cat purr

Walking a cat is, well, stupid, but
Can turn quite aerobic;
And I forgot trying to meet her that
I am cynophobic

Day after day I would try until
One day at last, she spoke:
“What kind of crazy man walks his cat?” —
All of my hopes up in smoke —

As I slunk home with my cat in tow
One thought I couldn’t dismiss:
“That,” I thought sagely, “is what I deserved.
Dragging my cat into this.”

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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