Zen Teddy Bear’s Picnic
I didn’t lick the cat!
I licked it, so it’s mine.
Even though I dropped it on the floor.
I picked it up within three seconds.
That’s the rule, isn’t it?
But I’d licked it and it was sticky
and there was cat hair on the carpet.
It might be mine,
but I’m not licking it again.
Inspired by absolutely nothing. I don’t have a carpet. I have nothing to lick. I do have a cat. I’m not licking the cat.