Tidbit Tuesday: The Cats

I was going to share this poem last Tuesday, but I decided to do a tribute to Shirley Temple out of respect for her passing on. So, here is the poem I wrote last week for my poetry class. The assignment was to write a sad Valentine's Day poem and this is the best I could do.

The Cats

We're not quite sure what could have caused this

All we know, for now, is a strange lack of kitty biscuits

Marlena, our owner, has been all out of sorts

The source of the problem, by our estimation, is a man named Schwartz

Now, don't get us wrong, Marlena is lovely and nice

She gives us the noms of catnip and mice

But we are her babies. The only ones allowed

To see her in cold creams and makeupless shroud

This dude that's called Schwartz is a problem, indeed

Mittens, our scout, says they're doing the deed

This is all kinds of crazy, we will not stand

To be rejected and replaced by some smelly man

It's high time we take action against our foe

So away to the closets and small places we go

To assert our territory, and leave our mark

And dear old Schwartz won't know til he's stepped in it...in the dark

Schwartz may be nice, but to us he's only a hassle

We are the cats the mighty the kings of the castle

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Love,

M