Mittens T. Cat
demonstrates that
even creatures hairy
have as their mother, Mary

our one and only ADAM
can't kEEp his paws
oFF the typing device
cause his miTTens
are coNNEcted
directly to his wiTTens!

Much good sense
And excellence
In these poems three,
Inspiring creativity.
(The mental gears grind
When I write in rhyme.)

them who?

them antecedants

Not for fealty known
Mitten's feline geist yet shows
Love and mercy ow(n)ed.

Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
the cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
and the dish ran away with the spoon.

So, whenever you piddle
with verse much to soon,
and with silly words would cavort,
run not away verbally as would a loon.

Present company are excepted
(as is normally expected);
but, try less to make the ear of a sow
into the cat's meow.

Epigraph for Mittens

The cat was pious rare,
the maiden wholly fair,
a paw's embrace upon her face
that made us stop and stare
remains, although he went
when his nine lives were spent,
his only fame that we acclaim
and makes us call him saint.

To tell you I cannot fail:
Mittens is a male.

I'm really impressed---
Who would have guessed
That all you church musicians
Are also word-magicians?

(I didn't think I could,
but thanks to Adam Wood,
I keep writing in rhyme
All the darn time.)

Okay, let's just say it: WE RULE!
Good, now that's over. Carry on all.