I am going to ignore the prompt today because it requires me to look at my draft poems. Unfortunately I don't have drafts because a) I don't write enough poems to have drafts and b) I have the inbox and draft 0 OCD. I delete stuff. A lot.
So anyway, instead, I wrote a Limerick for today.
Was it a cat?
There once was a cat named Future,
Like her name, she had an uncertain purr.
You could never tell if she was awake or sleeping,
Or really dead or playing dead and just peeking.
Her geeky owner went by the name Schrodinger.
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