A Kong
Kind Kara-Kate was knitting
Kitsch keepsake knickerbockers.
She kept kameezes, kimonos and kaftans
In a kafkaesque crate full of knockers.
The kleptomaniac kitten
Did kickboxing, kung fu and karate
And baked kumquats and kippers in ketchup
in a kettle for her kitchen party.
The Ku Klux Klan kidnapped Kitty.
In a Klondike kibbutz they would keep her
But they just kicked her into a kiosk.
The kangaroo court said it was cheaper.
The kookaburras caused a kerfuffle
with the kiwis and keen kingfishers,
As a kamikaze sounded a klaxon
And with a knobkerrie killed the wellwishers.
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was posted on June 9, 2008 by
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