Kittens

Kittens

Producing lots of ooh’s and aah’s,

They really are so sweet,

The kittens of the internet,

For us they are a treat,

To have your own and see them play,

It’s really very nice,

But not so much when they bring you,

Some manky dead old mice,

I don’t know what they’re feeding you,

It’s probably not your fault,

You’ll always be a smelly cat,

But less so when you malt,

They’ll give you so much love and joy,

And ask for little back,

Except first thing when morning comes,

They need their stroke and snack,

These tiny cats that are so cute,

And usually really daft,

Cos kittens I will always love,

For many times I’ve laughed.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.