The Epic Slipper Quest

I was sitting in my great room
I was reading my new book
Outside the storm was howling loud
I did not need to look

My feet were getting chilly
My toes were feeling numb
I knew I’d need my slippers
Before the night was done

The dog lay in the hallway
His sprawl blocked off the path
My way I made it careful
Lest I test his doggie wrath

The cat stood in the kitchen
No food sat in his dish
I knew there’d be no passing
Without a second fish

The fish was wrapped in plastic
It smelled strongly of the sea
I cut myself a small piece
But the cat was eyeing me

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It's a poem! Well, the start of one anyway. My mother, father, and I were all taking turns reading paragraphs from one of Ralph Waldo Emerson's essays on Self Reliance and trying to decipher what exactly the guy was rambling about. Smart guy, Emerson, but he writes like he's talking to a whole other century or something. Anyway, my father ran off to check on the laundry and I announced basically the second stanza and then went and got my slippers. Quite obviously I was smitten with myself and decided to turn it into a longer poem. It might be dramatized from any actual occurrences... just a little.