Sigismund Schlomo Freud
Was strangely not overjoyed
On finding his brother
In bed with his mother

What would you do if  you were loved,
Wrapped in another’s hopes and dreams,
Would you stifle, like a fire under rain,
Or grow tall in his sunlight?

Some will never seek to know,
Some hide their faces from the light,
when once it shines upon them,
Others yet will slip away,
To never know what might have been.

But some will walk the sunlit meadow,
And laugh, and dance, and drink and love,
With flowers in their hair.
So what, prey tell, will you?

Albert Camus
Is smarter than yus
I arrived at this vus
By comparing the twus

He loved her for the girl that once she was,
When he himself was but a boy
Languid in his longing for the song in her eyes
And the sense of her touch in the dreamless dark

Through other brief loves the magic held
Though year, on gathering year, the memories declined
Until he held again a young girl’s weight
In his yet firm embrace

Through empty gaze and bitter words
She poured upon his unfamiliar brow
He loved her yet, for all that she had been
Cradling her shadow in his arms

Until, awakening to find her gone
He dressed her for the final time
Kissed her pale wide forehead,
And let the tears, undammed, fall now, salting their woven hands

She was Dim Sum.
Insubstantial.
Too hot on the inside.
But rapidly cooling.
And she was gone
Before dinner.....

What is the gulf
Between moggy
And doggy?

Why is it that
The cat
Is an autocrat?

And the hound
Is renowned
As nice to have around?

Some people make a beeline
For the feline

Others show elation
On ‘spotting’ a Dalmatian

Though each may rejoice
In their choice

The cat will embrace
His rightful place
Above the human race