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The Festive Kitty

An Itty Bitty Poem

By Abbey Lane

 

Jingle bells jingle bells

 Our mother cooked a chook

Left it on the bench to cool

and paused to read a book—

 

Hey!

 

Cat jumped up, sniffed the air

and took a tiny taste

Then closed its eyes and lapped it up

that tasty chicken baste—

 

Hey!

 

Shoo shoo cat, don’t do that,

That’s our Christmas food.

Mother won’t be pleased at all,

‘twill mar her festive mood—

 

Hey!

 

‘Chicken, Abs?’ asked my mum

and Sis gave me the look.

I rubbed my tum. ‘It’s full of ham

and ain’t no room for chook.’

 

Hey!