A Cat Named Oswald Poem by Derek Kuborn

She has a cat named Oswald
That makes the Christmas tree fall.
I hold her tight as my stone wall
crumbles down the assembly hall.

I wanna stay with her tonight
To tuck her in when the crickets fight.
I can't prove that I'm a knight,
but my intentions are black and white.

I'm gasping for a tinker bell
to rip my soul right out of hell.
I discovered her cartel
right at the bottom of a wishing well.

I'm delighted to share my smiles
with her. We lay together single file.
I'll adore her all the while
or until my heart goes out of style.

I got an invitation to her lips.
I accepted no matter if
its the first or last of this,
But i hope for my sake I'm full of it.
I hope I'll see Oswald and his little mitts.