October 18, 2005
Kitty in a Pot
Kitty in a pot
Kitty are you waiting?
Waiting for your mistress
To come home and pet you?
Kitty would I fit in the other pot?
Could I sit pretty next to you?
I think I'd get dirty.
Kitty with black fur
Black as night, charcoal, ebony
And all other clichés
Your fur calls out to my fingers
Lose yourselves in my purity
Kitty, your dignity and poise
Your air of control and majesty
Your sense of ownership and presidence
Radiate to the street as I pass
Kitty, truly you inspire
The very worst poetry
In the world today
But I hope I see you again
The next time I pass your
Peaceful, royal domain
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Kitty poetry according to B. Kliban:
"love to eat them mousies,
mousies is what I love to eat
Bite they little heads off,
nibble on they tiny feet."
And this is what this kitty is probably thinking as it sits so pretty in its pot ;)
Posted by: randall | Oct 19, 2005 8:39:24 PM
Kitty, kitty on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
Now, you've put me on the spot...
That sleeping black one in the pot?
I'm only guessing that's the one
As Katherine's with it had such fun!
Waxing poetic, strolling by, she noted much
Yet, in the clutch, I cannot say if she did touch
The curled up feline, sleeping there
All alone, with all that hair
Wrapped around the potted shrub
"Noir"... the name I choose to dub
And if, per chance, she touched that cat,
At home, her hands she'd have to scrub!
Posted by: Patricia Taylor | Oct 20, 2005 4:56:22 AM
Thanks for the other, indescribably better poetry submissions.
Randall, that sounds familiar. I think it must be one of your favorites! I can just see you reciting it with a gleeful look.
Nice rhyme scheme, Mom! Nope, didn't touch the cat. In fact, I wasn't even walking. I was driving by. I actually backed up to get the photo through the passenger window.
Posted by: Katherine | Oct 20, 2005 9:31:47 AM
gleeful, why, do you think I like to eat mousies? ;)
Posted by: randall | Oct 20, 2005 5:27:07 PM
Driving her car, Kathrine happened to spot
a blackish-type feline, a cat in a pot!
It's not doing much, it's just sitting around.
The thoughts that it thinks must be really profound.
"Breakfast was good, lunch was all right...
I still wouldn't mind me another nice bite...
The view from up here is quite a sight to see...
Why is that blonde taking pictures of me?"
Posted by: Birgit | Oct 22, 2005 2:51:12 AM
Wow, really nice, Birgit! Sounds like something from a Veggitales book. Great rhythm!
Posted by: Katherine | Oct 22, 2005 7:16:47 PM
I am afraid I am incapable of producing poetry that doesn't sound vaguely Dr. Seuss-ish! ;-)
Posted by: Birgit | Oct 23, 2005 1:32:00 AM