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Orange Hungerby James F. GainesThere is an ever famished cat:His name is Bob the Blob. His mistress speeds to feed him and He really is a slob. While some cats will discreetly snack, He wolfs it by the glob. He barely tastes the finest bits. Pigging out’s his job. On emptying his own cat bowl, He sets about to rob the scroungy little puppy’s dish. He never was a snob! His body’s an enormous mass, His hunger pangs are throbs. A glutton’s tummy's bottomless; That's small compared to Bob’s.
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James F. Gaines is a bilingual writer who teaches at the University of Mary Washington in Virginia. Some of his work has recently appeared in Laurels, Bay State Echo, and Riverside Reflections. He is currently translating Apollinaire's bestiary poems, Cortege d'Orphee.