Want to take a crack at making cats shriek in horror at the very thought of you reading a poem? Then go here, my fine feathered friend, and may the pencil be sharpened in your favor.
My entry is below.
Hark! Hark! Listen to that bark.
For sooth, or is it for sure? The tea kettle is boiling over, I assure…
Drip. Drip. Drip.
KLANG! KLANG! KLANG!
Ring, ring, ring.
Ka-boom, pop, boom!
Noises! Ack! What, where, how?
My ears are crying green pus, how doth one make it stop now?
Oh, I have my instrument pointed at Earth. It’s picking up all the audio waves. ‘Tis a terribly noisy planet, ’tis sooth, I’m afraid.
Quick Makbobblec3ft0, point the spaceship the other way. We shouldn’t have taken a left at Mars, nay neigh.