Poetry Thursday

It is poetry Thursday and our two spoiled cats have provided for us the picture below as inspiration.

Tom dreamed of a job in politics

But when he spoke he came across as a lunatic

Being elected would take a magic trick

Fraud was his bailiwick

He found fraud in the study of hurricanes

He found fraud in the study of rain

He found fraud in the way we control pain

He did such a good job fraud became his domain

Then he learned of fraud that made him sick

A billion dollars to study the common tick

He knew he could recoup the money spent real quick

And flush from the government all the bolsheviks

Tom learned the studies were being done deep in the woods.

To avoid being bit Tom wore long sleeves and a hood.

He followed a trail as far as he could

Despite being hot and sweaty he knew the outcome would be good.

Tom was confused when he found a desk in the weeds.

There were pills on the table that stopped him in his try to proceed

There didn’t seem the be anyone there not even a flea.

But on the seat was something he could not believe was he could see

Sitting in the chair was a tiny tick

The kind that when it bites makes you sick

Tom almost crushed it with a broomstick

Until the tick yelled “stop you lunatic.”

The tick was named Rick

“You thought someone else would do tick studies other than a tick.

I am doing great work here watching children get lime disease at a picnic.

And you should give me credit for doing 16 rhymes for tick and not, until the very last line, to call you a dick.