It's never the news
You are concerned with
Or the funnies
Or the ads
You couldn't care less
For the op Ed
Or the fads
But when I open to
The crossword
Then suddenly it changes
With my pen poised
You decide its time
To sit upon the pages
While I'm trying to
Work through the answer
To 'one down'
You see the opportune time
To come and wander 'round
And plant your furry
Rear end on
The middle of the spread
Unfurl your tail,
Flop down,
And cover the puzzle
With your head.
Only crosswords
Seem to draw you in
This way
To make you Bogart me
When I'm enjoying
Word play
It's a weird, linguistic magnet
Which you can't resist-
That you're compelled
To sleep on to of-
You and it can't coexist
Yet, you don’t expect
Cross words
You presume
Just strokes and pats
As you replace
What I was doing
With the fluffiness
Of cats
But I might
Just have to lift an edge
And shuffle you to the side
As I've spied around
Your furry paw
The answer to
Question five.
