88. TWO KITTENS

If the heart writes the rhymes

They speak of youth's bright treasure

How quickly spent

And what is purchased...

Neither kittens or roses are for sale

In a perfect world

Funny how they both seem thoughtful:

The kitten and the girl

Overborn with complexities and bale

Long hours have they interlaced

Purring telegrams fervently sent

About how purrfect love is purre

In silken sheets entwined...

Purrplexed her anxious kitten waits

The evenings when she is away

Dancing in the twinkly-lighted clubs

For men who do not love her near as well

He smells her perfume on the pillow

Her own sweet scent and last night's rose

On her crumpled nightie he will stretch and roll

Dreaming of her lips when in his face she gently blows

To tease him more than he would normally allow

To whisper secrets she would not normally tell

And how he loves his tummy rubs

And all the sleepy words in the night she is wont to say

Purrporting love's purrfection he purrpetuates