Paul Butters


Jenny The Cat - Poem by Paul Butters

My sister’s cat Jenny:
Purrsian Pussykins:
Oftimes “Picky Porsche”,
Meow,
Meow,
Meow.

Attention seeker supreme,
Just loving every stroke,
As if she’s licked the cream.

She rolls onto her back,
Her paws held cutely up;
A cuddly temptress...

To Pounce
With widening eyes
For exciting
Biting!

Written and (C) Sunday 13\4\2008.

Topic(s) of this poem: cats


Comments about Jenny The Cat by Paul Butters

  • Ernestine Northover (4/13/2008 10:24:00 AM)


    Cats are a delight, but not when they shread the back of one's sofa. I had one that used this as his scratching post. Is love strong enough I said to myself. They purrvade one's life.
    Love Ernestine XXX
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, May 15, 2015


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