Well, Mom just toldid me that one of the reezons she has been writin an writin is that it is Aprul an that is National Poetree Monft. So she is writin her epic poem, which is a long pome about epic deeds. So I thoughtid that I would get in on the actshun. Wish me luck.
I pat the Muzes on the arm, repeatedly
To get their attenshun: Lo, the red dot
Will not chayse itself. I must do the deed!
They pay me no attenshun, so I pull
Wift my claws on their fansee white skirts.
What ho, fair muse? It is time to chayse
The red dot, an then writ fansee poetrees
About it. Why are yu pickin me up an throwin
Me out of the muse hall? That not fair!
The red dot MUST BE CHASED. I am goin
To tell my mom on you ladies! Yu are
Not doin yor jobs!! Shame on yous. Huh.