Poetry
My fat kitty cat, he can see in the dark
My fat kitty cat, he can see in dark
Sometimes, in the night, when the darkness stumps,
I’m cold, on my leg, where the sheets remiss,
And those are the times when the fat cat jumps.
My leg, I regret, are his focused lumps.
It’s hard to get my sleep at night.
My fat cat here, he likes to bite.
It matters not, if light or stark,
For he can see me in the dark.
My fat kitty cat, he can see in dark.
He strains every dog that arrives outside.
He sleeps in the day and he roams like spark.
My fat kitty cat, are you here uptide?
You will me home when I am lost,
Emotions bold, they freeze exhaust.
I know you care when you are here,
So why is it you drink my beer?
My fat kitty cat, wholesome love for you.
You came unto me from on high in blue.
But locked for the night in my house up right,
The moose on the loose, they will sing that uptight.
My cat is crazy, he’s a lark
For he does headstands in the dark,
And sometimes when he waits for me
He tries the toilets when he’d pee.
My fat kitty cat, he will surf on sea
And when we are lost, he will talk to me.
And when he decides that he’ll climb a tree,
He starts getting rotten when climbing up.
Sometimes he will lick rainbow trout some days.
And then puts it back in the pond, it stays.
My cat makes sense to only he
Who climbs the tree on rotten days,
Who licks the trout and sets it free,
And knows exactly what he says,
Who falls in toilets when he pees,
And swims around the bowl like seas.
What a crazy cat that is.
I think, I’m sure he’ll die blithe.
If he dies before me then
I’ll see him in thereafter.