The Cunning Kitten
Oh joy of joys!
She bought us some toys-
Whenever I am bad
She yells and gets mad...
For a minute or two-
Until I show her a view
Of the crushed little kitten
with big, sad eyes
Then she hugs me, all smitten.
Every time I am deceitful
and cunning;
Silly human- I own you
It's all just an act-
But one thing is a fact
I know what I'm gettin'
More toys for me to whack!
A. Green
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