Kitten Calamity Poem by Lisa Doesburg

Six little kittens dropped off in a box,
then left in a hurry, as quick as a fox.
Oh, what can I do with this box full of cats?
Bring them down to the river and then say,
'That's that? '

But that's not in my nature, it's live and let live!
So I guess that I have a few kittens to give!
I thought of the shelter on top of the hill,
but the sign on the door said, 'no kittens, we're filled.'

I then went to the corner by Elderbee Drive,
and gave one away, so that left just five.
Another one gone, as I went door to door, to
a cute little boy who was just about four.

Three left in the box, now what should I do?
Ah! Miss Baxter, on Elm St.! And then there were two.
As I looked in the bag at the cats who were left,
trying hard not to breathe on them, my morning breath,

I wondered who else would want one of these cats.
I heard they were quite good at scaring the rats.
They were awfully fluffy, just purring away,
and I swear that the pair of them wanted to play.

Just maybe I'd keep them, the two that were left.
Just maybe I'd train them, so as not to be pests.
I could feed them, poor dears, and I'd give them a home.
I would fluff up their beds, so they didn't dare roam.

Yes, that's it, I decided, I made up my mind.
The two left in the bag, I would soon make them mine.
So I went in the house with the cats in the sack,
But a noise that I heard, made me hurry right back.

I swung the door open, and what did I see?
Four pairs of green eyes staring right back at me!
They were all sitting pretty, all purring and proud.
My six little kittens; a cute, fluffy crowd.