Nothing Cuter Poem, by Chic George, at My poetic side

It IS a heavy loofah mat, after all....and writing this sonnet decided it, to the enormous joy of the kittens.

I Guess Yah, Whatever

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLX)

Res'rrect the body lotion from ah, whence?

Its new nest 'neath the bath mat, that detail

So thick I never noticed til t'avail

He found it, logic's triumph his defense;

And guess the bottles won't perch on from hence

The tub's edge lest they fall is't? Come, I fail

At seeing the problem with those toys. If they'll

Have fun with bumping all down, what's pretense?

I guess the thought of what precisely? Were

There lo, a better place, perhaps I'll do

It and remove the bottles. Put them fer

All that right back in place, and how the two

Go crazy, bouncing off the walls in tour

With Peter pulling somersaults...it's true.

23Jul25a

With a kitten literally pulling somersaults for joy, what else are you looking at, eh?

Just Do Not Look At Me

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXI)

Put process Swiss 'gain on our eggs t'avail,

And Peter tries to lick the whole bit thence

Off mine, my yoghurt too his, fr'intents,

And he's so cute. Besides, oh, that detail

Of "cat toy on a stick" was stupid, they'll

Assure you, so I wedged it in what hence?

The cat towr, to learn they'll destroy it, whence

I guess they did not like that toy for bail.

The box with toys oped, Tigger fished in tour

Yes, through the trash, yeah, pulled out tissues to

Put on the floor, and treated those toys fer

All that like stuff they quite disdain. I do

Not think that cool subscription will endure

For us. O LORD, redeem us. We need You.

23Jul25b

The glasses are the huge '80's kind and looked too funny on Tigger.

Have You Ever Seen A Kitten in Glasses?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDLXII)

I guess they like this dry food for intents,

And oh yes, watched the maint'nance man in frail

Reply, like that was what? Of int'rest? They'll

Prove thus they're BORED?! I hope not. Where's defense?

Oh! Having bought the flick Charade, what hence?

But sans subtitles, we'll watch it t'avail

On YouTube, so we know what's said to scale,

And it's the kitten's naptime, swears pretense.

First craft us each a cold cuts sandwich fer

Our late lunch, corned beef crumbles Swiss tops to

Effect for me, ham with the Swiss in tour

For him, and spinich smoothies later too,

Ere I go off to nap 'fore work. Bestir

Yes, Tigger, to play with my glasses 'new.

23Jul25c

Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) ( Online)
Published: July 29th, 2025 09:44
Comment from author about the poem: Just, wow. Enjoy?
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