Catching a Kitty
I’m an animal lover, especially of cats.
Daughter Donna admits they’re better than rats.
I had but one kitty and now I have six.
We need to catch them, to give them a fix.
Too many cats!
Granddaughter Hannah would like to have one.
Catching a kitty is more work than fun.
I’m needing to treat them for fleas and for ticks.
Haste makes waste.
No cat in America is cuter than they.
It’s a nitty gritty pity, itty bitty they won’t stay.
Big cats from home will roam.
Yes roam from “Home Sweet Home”.
They don’t know their father, their sire deserter,
This untamed, undomesticated, wild, feral flirter.
The kittens run in fright from monster my size.
Happy to wean them, mama cat shuts her eyes.
I’m running on empty, I kick off my flats.
My make-up is dripping, my hair needs a comb.
Some little boys like kitty cats.
20th line is from my poem “Some Little Boys”
For Mish Mash contest
.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment