As part of the August Writing project I’ve been writing poetry each day — some long, some short, some freestyle, some with personally chosen challenges like exactly ten syllables per line, and so forth. (And no, you won’t find them, because they’re all community-locked.) The past two days I have written deliberately bad haiku about Cricket being in heat and yearning for the boy cat love, because it amuses me.

The Baron has taken this and run with it. This is “a Cramps kinda stomper”, as he puts it, raw and raunchy, which incorporates some of the lines and phrases I wrote in the haiku. You can practically hear the grinding punk music thrashing away in your mind as you read the lyrics.