I read this poem by Wendy Cope today:

An Unusual Cat Poem

My cat is dead
But I have decided not to make a big
tragedy out of it.

It made me wonder how the cat would have replied. Here’s my rebuttal on the cat’s behalf:

An All-Too-Usual Human Poem

My human is cold
But I have decided not to be at
all surprised.

(The last line on each poem should be right justified as they are in the picture but it turns out that the WordPress editor is not WYSIWYG and I can’t figure out how to get past the correction it makes.)