I know a Yama is supposed to be about a poem about death, grief or sorrow, but, I couldn’t help myself. ;o)

In a chair that’s worn out
the grumpy old man sits,
he’s fed up with the cat
because it has the sh*ts.

The cat’s been bugging him
all through the day and night,
but, this grumpy old man’s
not in the mood to fight.

Took the cat by its tail
and swung him in the air,
threw him across the room
had a handful of hair.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.10/2007

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