The Kitten

A kitten is a ball of fur of all different colours,

A piece of silk to touch, A ball of fire when angry.

Innocent pieces of frightened sheep's wool,

Eyes are blazing black bowling balls.

Mouth, a sad sagging line,

But nose a pink triangular dice that has lost all of its spots.

Paws, you can hardly see, but when you can are ten spikes pointing towards you,

But still they are cute whatever they do.


(Admitedly, that last line rather flopped the rest of the poem! lol)

The End

6 comments about this poem Feed