Has anyone ever given a fig
about credit due to the Cheshire cat?
Proving gravity, and without breaking a twig,
he knocked down an apple, a well-timed cat pat,
beaning the fellow below writing trig.
“Eureka!” he quoted, but as he yelled “Scat!”
the cat disappeared while adjusting his wig.

Ken Gosse usually writes whimsical, rhymed verse. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, later in Pure Slush, Home Planet News, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Spillwords, and many others. Raised in Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife live in Mesa, AZ, with rescue dogs and cats.