Giselle and Mom

GISELLE AND MOM My name is La Belle Giselle, Round my neck is a bell, Love my mom, who feeds me, But sneak out for a midnight Snack up our lovely oak tree, Or wander in the garden For a yummy Meal, fill my tummy Then feel content, fat and cool, Marcelle knows what I’m up to, He’s no bodies fool. He’s getting old, so sleeps, Just sleeps and purrs, Next to Dad, both of Us have such silky furs! I always bring a small tit bit For Marcelle, but tonight split It in two, one for you, Which I always do, Giselle whispers to Marcelle, And one for mom She will be so proud Of me, no doubt! My lips are all bloody And my whiskers too, Had to tiptoe back in, but clean Any mousy or grasshopper Blood or goo, too true, And jump up on the duvet You bet, And knead, a comfortable place Next to mum, my own space! Killer by night and by day Lovable kitty, Mom always lets me have my way! Next morning, rudely awoken By screams and a yell Last night I had found out how To loosen my bell, So mom couldn't hear And therefore tell, But I no longer felt swell, For there was a nasty smell, Come here kitty cat said mum, As she refastened my loose bell, Sorry, I wanted to say, It was merely a gift, To say wow what a great face lift, But will never, ever deign, Bring you a dead mouse again! Poetry contest Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger Write A Rhyming Poem For Fun Poetry Contest