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!
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