Thursday, June 20, 2013

A Poem


You can have the CDs,
       I will take the string.

You can have the TV,
        I will take this fuzzy thing.

You can have the kitchen set,
       I will take this crumpled foil.

You can have the car,
       I will keep this rug I soil.

You can have the beach house,
       I will take this tissue box.

You can have everything,
       Ooo I want those dirty socks.

You can go to hell, I will see to that,

For how dare you come home,
       smelling of another cat??!

From "I Could Pee On This, and Other Poems by Cats" by Francesco Marciuliano