Persian King

Vocal+Assist Pet Writing prompt

Stop scrolling. I know you see me.

Most people can’t resist me. My mom treats me like a king, that’s because I am one.

My eyes are spooky, bright and orange,

What rhymes with orange? Ah, who cares.

This is my poem.

This poem is about me.

I AM POETRY.

My mother loves to decorate the home, which is really my throne,

she says I’m majestic.

But I am the decor and the household aesthetic.

She brushes my mats because I am fat.

That’s why I cough up hairballs the size of a rat.

My nickname is Mr. Spooks.

I speak a few languages. Meow, Me-uck, and Me-kook.

Since I was born in Japan, I also speak Japanese!

And no that does not mean I am part Siamese.

I am Persian and full of diversion.

I am not like the outdoor cat, my face it flat,

And I have fluffy tail and a mustache.

If my liter is not changed once everyday,

I’ll poop on the floor so my mom knows

what that was for.

If the water goes more than three days, I’ll make sure it spills, so she refills my zephrhills .

But she really doesn’t mind that I rule the house. Because she said I’m more loyal then her last pet also known as spouse.

Whose things I would spray so he would go away.

Not my fault he made me pee.

I made her choose ! Fleas before beauty!