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Writer's Cramp Entry |
| What has destroyed my masculinity? A bloodthirsty monster in the night? A rampaging parasite inside me? What phenomenon persuades me to write? Only the mew of five kitty-cat kittens, Newborns whose mother has met tragic end, With glassy doll eyes and powder puff mittens, They've brought my stoic uprightness to bend. I once was master of my manly manner, Never would I show a hint of pity, Now I wear a momma cat's banner, My ego melts as I pet each kitty. When big enough to spay or neuter, I will, without fail, ensure it is done, For one day they'll be fruit for a suiter, Then a kitty-cat litter won't burden someone.
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