Bad Little 3 Kittens Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Three little kittens
Always their mittens
Where have they left them today

Maybe they lost em
Or maybe they tossed em
Or maybe supper was poorly for taste

It seemed this game they always would play
Until their mother one day had a plan
'I'll tell them for dinner we are going to have
Whatever left over, with ham'

Once again, the mittens were lost
So no supper because they were bad
Hot bread with churned butter,
Fish and some other- Made little kitten's lips smack

'Wait dear mother, ' the kittens all said
Look here, our mittens we have
So now for their supper and all of the other
The kittens were no longer bad

(03/05/2023)