No matter how far you rome,
there’s no place like pome
And though I can’t rhyme for spit,
I try to find a way to work in:
—foam
—loam
—chrome
—Jerome
even
—Styrofoam
And then I can’t stop:
—climbing the dome
—fingering the comb
—meditating with om
—writing this tome
thinking of home*
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* Because, it is said, “Home is where the cat(s) is (are).”
Güd wrtr 
Fun stuff. No fluff. Hang tuff Hope you’re feeling better. 🙂
Those cats are a couple of characters!
Love, Tx Jan
Transformational Coach, ICF ACC Certified Deep Coaching Practitioner Affiliate Amherst Writers Writing Group Leader Wildasswriters