Now, cry! Oh, cry! You silly cat
Or chase that rat under the hat
‘Cause they won’t feed you well tonight
Oh, no. They won’t! Said Mister Dog
My master went out for a jog
Must keep in shape for me, his knight.
Earn all you eat by working hard
Now step aside that I’m on guard
Tomorrow you will have to fight.
-The Nove Otto poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with 8 syllables per line (isosyllabic). The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc.