I was walking along the harbour wall
And there she was before me,
Kitty was there,
But she did not look like the Kitty I knew,
The Kitty I knew from her poems.
This one was old and worn,
It had been around for so long.
Always going in and out,
Helping others to come the right way.
Its black bottom was weathered,
The ropes tying it up were slack,
Slack and worn,
Some heaped on top of her
Waiting to be used to tie her up,
Tie her up and trap her,
Trap her and pull her into herself,
And pull her towards others.
I continued walking and the thoughts came
I would never imagine Kitty in the same way,
Never imagine her in the same way again,
Despite the words that she wrote.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2022 00:56
- Comment from author about the poem: I didn't think the Kitty I know on this site looked like this! LOL
- Category: Humor
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Comments9
hahaha !! Katie needs your attention here...:)
She may well do after reading this VS. LOL
Andy
Doh! It's the only way Fido lets me remember Kitty. He has to keep me from excitement, and swoons! lol.
Swoon away Orchi.
Andy
Ooh err Matron ............ ding bloomin dong ............................. 🙂
Ooh ahh indeed Neville.
Andy
the wordplay was fun, to untangle..
thanks for the chuckle, Andy
lol
Good one dear Andy
Looks like kitty aged with time
Time playing with everyone in mind
Thank you spilleronsheet.
Andy
Love the play on words in suggestive mannner. What has crossing the solent done to you?
Wouldn't you like to know d a but that would be telling.
Andy
Hahaha, kinda puts Katie in a new light, I prefer kitty the poet
Thank you Melissa it surely does.
Andy
Hahaha good one Andy. Enjoyed this.
Thank you Rozina, much appreciated.
Andy
Hahaha 😁 well 🤣
I love it haha Brill thanks
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