Pizza dinner

Was going to apologize for the tremendous size of the “My Cat Jeoffry” poem, but I refuse. It’s great. If it’s also long, so what? I didn’t get a picture of the cats up in time for the Carnival of the Cats, so I put this up instead. I’ve no doubt that Jeoffry was the Continue reading Pizza dinner

What poetry form am I?

I’m the lai, with no sortOf grave, solemn thought,And IWill never be caughtBy miseries sought,Nor sigh;Where battles are foughtOr arguments brought,I fly. What Poetry Form Are You?