Uncle Ned and the Kittens
he entered the house with mewing in his pocket
my daddy nearly tore down the wall with a light socket
Those better not be kittens, I cannot stand them, he said
This one likes you a lot, said my Uncle Ned
He sat one of the squalling crawling things on Daddy’s lap
Daddy acts like a hard nose, but he can be a pure sap
To this day, we are laughing about how fast he said
I am naming this one after my brother, Ornery Ned.
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