Look at those flowers out there.
They're just going to town,
and all their budding keeps distracting me
from my work as a budding dramatist.
But here I am:
and as you can see, I've been putting a dent
into this Playwright's Workbook.
The primary subject of my study is
your's truly --
Now every good playwright knows
you need some conflict,
so I make it a point,
to chase her up the stairs --
That's her version of the story.
This is Squeak here, and I'm here to tell you:
she doesn't chase me --
I go upstairs on my own,
to avoid her version of conflict.
here she comes:
She wants conflict?
Here, I'll give it to her --
The Zen of Squeakness.
I don't move.
I dare her to try to create conflict!
So I'll do a historical play.
Something about cats in the Ottoman Empire. . . . .