My Cat Thinks She’s A Record Producer ~ a short poem by Katrina Curtiss  4/27/2020
Basura Wants To Be A Record Producer

My Cat Thinks She’s A Record Producer ~ a short poem by Katrina Curtiss  4/27/2020

As I was recording my stay at home song
Basura said, “You’re doing it wrong
Get up from your seat; I’ll add a new beat
While I’m mixing, go fix me something to eat.”

So, I fixed her a plate and when I got back
She’d added something called a clap track
She mixed and she muddled all through my song
Then she complained, “It’s really too long”

Then she said: “Add another verse
It certainly couldn’t make anything worse
I think it’s too slow, it’s kind of sad”
As she continued to talk, I got kind of mad

“Basura” I said, “Get out of my chair
Go eat your snack, it’s way over there
If you want to mix a song then go write you own
This one is mine, so leave me alone!”

We didn’t talk for the rest of the night
It’s what you’d call, a Kat and cat fight
Basura then said, “You’re outstanding to me
So go outside and stand by that tree”

This made her laugh as she rolled on the floor
And she cried, “Wait I have more!
You can tune your guitar with what’s in my dish
It’s Tuna, Tuna…Tune A Fish”

Today’s Musing: “I think my stage name should be “Claw Dett Curtiss” ~ Quote by Basura, owner of me #girlwithguitar

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  1. Connie L. Calvo

    Basura is a catmedian now! Lol 😂

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