January 12, 2005

• Kittens:  A Poem

  There’s kittens in the waste-can,
  And kittens in my chair.
  There’s kittens dancing on my bed,
  There’s kittens everywhere!

   They’re swinging on the curtain,
  And hanging from the sash.
  One just jumped in the water dish
  And made a mighty splash.

   They made a kitten ladder
  And they’re climbing up the walls.
  Now they’re climbing up my pantleg
  And clawing at my balls.

   And now I’ve had to arm myself,
  Although they’re mighty cute.
  But if one more draws blood from me,
  I swear to God, I’ll shoot.

   Now there’s kittens in the stew-pot,
  And kittens on the run.
  There’s kitten-corpses everywhere,
  It’s my turn to have fun.
  

  (spacing fixed by wifey-elf… SHHH! Don’t tell Greyfox.)
  

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