A Plea

To:  Wild Wombat, Fortress Death, Room Three.

Dear Sir: I really must protest.

You had no right to kidnap Lady Sal.

You see, she is an indoors cat

And she has not been fed since nine.

I would have fed her, but I did not know

That you would choose today to test

Your Teleporting Ray.

Also, I have her litter box

Which you did not transport

And which she will need soon.

I worry she is stressed.

She does not do well when

She gets too stressed.

I know that you are evil, sir

I hope you are not rude.

Last Tuesday, Captain Shiny broke my car.

He said there was a missile coming down.

He used my car to stop the missile, and it worked.

The plan, that is; my car was, sadly, toast.

So this has not exactly been my week.

And now, you see, you’ve gone and made it worse.

Please return my cat.

Sincerely, Sarah Barnes

Apartment Nine-B, Chelsea Street

This is an attempt at blank verse for yeah write’s monthly poetry slam. I thought about covering the traditional subjects of poetry like summer days, lost love, and so forth, but I like supervillain poetry better. It’s fun.