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Loud Kitty Wails About Tasting Sous Chef Soup

Syrup the cat was a sous- chef, her soup hit the spot.
her concoctions of rabbit and mice made a fine pot
you cannot make me taste that. You cannot! Cannot!
yelled an out-of-control kitten who was a bit of a snot.

Syrup kept stirring her concoction of kibble and bit.
she did not mind at all that the child was having a fit.
harried mother of the tabby kitten put down her sweater of knit.
giving a responsibility lecture to her child, a chit wit.

child’s loud wailing and mewing did not make her mommy proud.
her antics were ridiculous, annoying, and totally loud.
grandma said watch this, and she threw soup into child’s mouth.
yummy in my tummy! The kitty yelped as the soup traveled south.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Hankins Avatar
November 22, 2022 at 10:06 AM
A wonderful metaphor, Caren. Grandma knew best!
Krutsinger Avatar
November 22, 2022 at 9:03 PM
Grandma usually wins in my poetry
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