Trying to read my book
There is a kitty watching me
There is a kitty lying on my book
There is a kitty standing on my chest
There is a kitty standing on my head
There is a kitty licking on my arm
There is a kitty nibbling my nose
There is a kitty purring in my ears
There is a kitty lying on my book
There is a kitty watching me
Trying to read my book.
As I was checking Facebook
Reading of friends North and South
I saw a kitty pass me
With toilet paper in her mouth.
It wasn't just a small strand
Streaming pieces of the whole;
Carried firmly in her mouth
Was captured an entire roll.
Her hunt had been successful
The toilet paper was quite dead
She's really quite impressive
Hunting something bigger than her head.
Her stance spoke of confidence
She was obviously proud;
That much self-satisfaction
Just really shouldn't be allowed.
It should be taken from her
But she'd surely get depressed;
And what would I do with it
It's utterly com
A tribute to a similar poem by ee cummings:
The fog comes in on little cat feet
Gallumph gallumph thud crash tinkle
Argh! Which of you damned fuzzballs broke that!?!
What a noisy fog.
Thank you. *bows*
To the tune of 'Do Your Ears Hang Low': The Silly Snake Song!
Do your snakes hiss a lot?
Do their wriggles hit the spot?
Does their venom eat a hole?
Do they circle when they roll?
Do they have heads on both ends?
Do they try to make amends?
Do your snakes hiss a lot?