The small cats are crazy, the big one is lazy,
The Rabbit, he rules the House.
When the Big Cat was younger,
in a fit of mad hunger,
He once ate a whole giant mouse.
The house we can’t sell,
since the rugs sort of smell,
and the woodwork is really a sight.
The moldings miss chunks and the rugs have some lumps,
where the Rabbit has taken bite.
The Big cat he purrs, while the small ones shed fur,
and race full speed through the night.
I still love them all, though I do trip and fall
when the cats grab my feet on the stairs.
I may insane, but at least life’s not plain
In a house ruled by 4 tiny beasts.
I will end this weird poem, since the beasts start to moan,
And remind me it’s time for their treats.
Now I must go; the cats think I’m too slow,
and are starting their ear-splitting meows.
We’ll get new pets next time, whose dispositions are fine
Maybe nice goats or some cows.