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Famous Short Cat Poems. Short Cat Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Cat Poems. Short Cat Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Cat short poems

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by Spike Milligan

Pussy-cat

 Pussy-cat
What are vices?
Catching rats
And eating mices!


by Kobayashi Issa

Having slept the cat gets up

 Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
to make love.


by Wanda Phipps

Morning Poem #59

 forever in bed
waiting for heat
luring black cat
Tristana into trust


by Richard Brautigan

Surprise

 I lift the toliet seat
as if it were the nest of a bird
and I see cat tracks
all around the edge of the bowl.


by Carl Sandburg

Fog

 THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.


by Mother Goose

Abc

 

Great A, little a,
  Bouncing B!
The cat's in the cupboard,
  And can't see me.


by Robert Creeley

Love

 The thing comes
of itself

 (Look up
to see
 the cat & the squirrel,
 the one
torn, a red thing,
 & the other
somehow immaculate


by Edward Lear

C was a cat

C

was a cat
Who ran after a rat;
But his courage did fail
When she seized on his tail.

c

Crafty old cat!


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

Poem (As the cat)

 As the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot

carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot


by Edward Lear

C was Papas gray Cat

C

was Papa's gray Cat,
Who caught a squeaky Mouse; She pulled him by his twirly tail
All about the house.


by Mother Goose

Sing, Sing

 

Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
Cat's run away with the pudding-string!
Do, do, what shall I do?
The cat has bitten it quite in two.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

Complete Destruction

 It was an icy day.
We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped earth and fire died by the cold.


by Edward Lear

There was an old man on the Border

 There was an old man on the Border, 
Who lived in the utmost disorder; 
He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat, 
Which vexed all the folks on the Border.


by Stevie Smith

Conviction (iii)

 The shadow was so black,
I thought it was a cat,
But once in to it
I knew it
No more black
Than a shadow's back.
Illusion is a freak Of mind; The cat's to seek.


by Edward Lear

There was an old man on the Border

There was an old man on the Border,
Who lived in the utmost disorder;
He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat,
Which vexed all the folks on the Border.


by Edward Lear

There was a Young Person of Smyrna

There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her;
But she seized on the Cat, and said, "Granny, burn that!
You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!"


by Mother Goose

Pussy-Cat Mew


Pussy-cat Mew jumped over a coal,
And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk
Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.


by Emily Dickinson

Papa above!

 Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!

Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!


by Mother Goose

Pussy-Cat And The Dumplings


Pussy-cat ate the dumplings, the dumplings,
    Pussy-cat ate the dumplings.
Mamma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!
    Why did you eat the dumplings?"


by Mother Goose

Going To St. Ives


As I was going to St.
Ives
I met a man with seven wives.
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St.
Ives?


by Mother Goose

The Crooked Sixpence


There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence beside a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

Muier

 Oh, black Persian cat! 
Was not your life 
already cursed with offspring? 
We took you for rest to that old 
Yankee farm,—so lonely 
and with so many field mice 
in the long grass—
and you return to us 
in this condition—! 

Oh, black Persian cat.


by Mother Goose

Ride Away, Ride Away


Ride away, ride away,
  Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
  Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog
  Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
  To see his grandmother.


by Mother Goose

Dame Trot And Her Cat


Dame Trot and her cat
  Led a peaceable life,
When they were not troubled
  With other folks' strife.

When Dame had her dinner
  Pussy would wait,
And was sure to receive
  A nice piece from her plate.


by Mother Goose

The Cat And The Fiddle

 

    Hey, diddle, diddle!
    The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
    The little dog laughed
    To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.


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