Poetrying Without A Licence
They promised me treats
But gosh! I’ve been had!
They seem to have lost them
Or say I’ve been bad.
A cat’s never bad,
that’s just not the way
Kittens just break things
by accident, at play.
That vase full of flowers
bought by your beau?
I was testing my skills,
jumped at it, just so.
Those things oh so shiny
hung on that tree?
Why do you tempt me
and then berate me?
Your baubles and tinsel
are pretty, I know.
I’m convinced if I eat them
my eyes will just glow!
I have much more fun
running around
when I’m not yelled at
I do hate that sound.
It’s all your own fault
for buying a cat
You signed up for this chaos,
don’t blame me for that!
So give me my treats.
It’s about bloody time!
Eating your laces
was never a crime.
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