Teatime rain brewing in teapot clouds,
powers-that-be dunk their big biscuits in their big cup.
A pretty kettle of fish and bones boiling in up-the-revolution kitchens with rights overlooked and doffed hats centuries kow-towed:
something’s getting somewhere like a cat from a kitten or a dog from a pup.
Legendary ties get consigned to history,
to be dug up again and again in eternal rematches that get postponed due to rain in waterlogged trench pitches.
Fighting cats and dogs, with little mercy,
a paw, a whisker, a tail, a skull, bubbling and steaming like being promise-vowed and brewed by 16th century revenge accountants and little quill-pushing civil snitches.
Meanwhile cats and dogs in many households
live together in peace or blissful non-aggression pacts, at least.
Time’s getting on and it’s getting muddled and old
as future generations drink and guzzle and party-revel, oblivious to a copy-cat unneighbourly dog-barking politely-camouflaged unidentified cat-dog mechanical biscuit-eating Yeatsian beast.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
