Murder Mittens
Oh, fluffy little midget mine,
how innocent you look.
But your many crimes have crossed a line
so often it would fill a book.
From toe-beans so very cute,
attached, are those murder mittens.
No one would ever think you a brute.
Evil cats grow from sweet kittens .
I took you home with thoughts of love
wafting through the air.
But now I have to wear a glove
just to brush your hair.
There you lie upon your back
inviting a sweet caress.
But if I do , then you attack ,
leaving me a bloody mess.
What happened to the kitten, so sweet,
I brought home on that long ago day.
Now with those razors on your feet
you keep us all at bay.
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