If you want a poem every day, you are going to have to put up with poems I write when I have been looking at cat pictures all day.
He hums to himself as he wanders the halls
bumbling through all the doors and the windowsills
humbly exploring the halls and the passageways
stumped sometimes by an int'resting mystery
like the
rumble of stairs and the murmur of paintings, all
jumbled perspective for the pleasure of curious folks
never a grumble at stumbling blocks, but a grin,
secretly smiling as he cheerfully hums to himself.
Actually, I kinda like this now that I've written it.
Bonus nerd points for perceptive types.
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