I love kittehs
We love food
I ain’t no kitteh
And I ain’t no dude
Kittehs and me
‘Til eternity
It’s kittehs, food, and attitude
And all we can be!
I like coffee but I love tea
Kitteh loves water and occasionally
Ice cream or chips
Raw fishies and dips
Or anything his sweet meow
Maneuvers from me
I’m not captive
He’s not real
Oh Oh Oh
But my heart he did steal
Our Ceiling Cat
Keeps me feeling ”all that”
And hangs with me transparently
Before we go SPLAT!
April 2, 2008 at 12:02 am
Wow, I loved this poem. The rhymes were very good, nice job.
My favorite bit was probably:
“I love kittehs
We love food
I ain’t no kitteh
And I ain’t no dude”
April 2, 2008 at 12:46 am
Thanks sweet Smo
Poetry just happens, does it not? I’m almost brand new to this blogging venue, but the food problem may be custard’s/souffle’s/grit’s last stand! hehehe (sarcasm)…or, boohoohoo, depending….
You made my day, and Ceiling Cat purrs for you