Although I am only a lowly Kitty,
Hanging here under the Laundry,
I love to play a game,
At times it drives Mom insane,
I pretend I am not here,
Stupid humans walk by, oh dear,
What I really want is to take a peek,
As my humans, for me they pretend to seek.
You weren't kidding about the poetry. Easily forgiven for it's cuteness and a picture of Sheeba. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteYay! It's the return of Bad Sheeba Poetry! It's been way too long. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're a poet! A good one, too!
ReplyDeleteLet me see, can I relate to living with a bad kitty? Yes, I can feel it, deeply. The bad poetry, I do keep to myself :-), not all of us have your courage. Although I long for my Briege to be a Libertarian like me, I think in reality she is more a Bill Clinton type of cat: All promise & no accountability.
ReplyDelete~Mary
What a beautiful cat :) Sheba reminds me of my Heathen. I really like the Poem :) Beth, you have a bard in love with you :) You lucky Dame...I would say Damsel but you aren't a Damsel anymore lolol You're married!! Sheesh...Ken, you are a great Bard. Hugs, Teresa
ReplyDeleteHi Ken,
ReplyDeleteBetter that Sheeba wants to take a peek than take a leak ... under the circumstances!
Best,
Marty
Look at those amazing eyes!
ReplyDeleteHugs, Rose