Once there was a little bitty,
Persian cat named Nittigritty,
did not hunt for mice or rats
yawned when faced with flying bats,
was a nuisance and expense
Father thought it made no sense
to keep feeding such a sponger,
mother took the toilet plunger
chased the cat into the yard
grandma there was rend'ring lard.
Cat fell in the lard container,
went through the electric strainer
out the other end she came
and she did not look the same.
From that day the house was quiet
no more trouble, smell or riot,
though the kids had lost a friend
yes, it was a tragic end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem