“Miss Kitty”
Jennifer Leigh
Moerschel
I have a little kitty
Who sits very very
prettily,
Always in the nursery,
On the anniversary,
Of when she came to be
with me.
She likes to play a
game.
It is always quite the
same.
She prowls around the
house
As if looking for a mouse,
Or perhaps the mouse’s
spouse.
Then she creeps and she
crawls
And she slides along the
walls.
She trips and almost
falls.
Then I come to her rescue.
I come to her aide.
I ask her if she would
like
A nice drink of
lemonade.
She declines most politely,
Goes and sits down quietly
And says, “If you were
of my kind of ilk,
You would have known to
bring me milk!”
I obey her command,
Place her bowl of milk on a stand.
Then we snuggle up for
a while
Just in our kind of
style.
“Now wasn’t that a fun
day!”
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