And then, because fairy tale goes with cartoons, right?
I'll read two Tom and Jerry poems.
And this is one.
Tom and Jerry give continual chase.
Same is in and out and old, this sorrow
rinsed, wrung, and hung out to dry for tomorrow.
It's care that kills Mr. Thomas cat, whether blue ocean
or black, Muscat Beaumes de Venise by his side,
or Toodles feeding him grapes and idle chatter, he dies.
There are 88 modern constellations
and five that circulate without sinking
below the Earth's horizon.
It's Tom who Jerry's got his eyes on.
Despite it all, Tom knows the formula for a joke.
It's a noun, a verb, a yoke.