Poetry to Eat Cute Kittens With.

As I walked, home one day

I saw a cute cat, sat on a fence

So I bought it from its owner

For three pound fifty pence

I told the owner I was hungry

And was going to eat it for my tea

In a curry or a cute cat pie

But the owner got upset

And said he didn't want his cat to die

But I said I was looking forward to my meal now

And so in order to keep his cat alive

He would have to pay a little more

Say about fifteen pounds twenty five

Later

When I got home

I told everyone

Of my great capitalist plan

And everyone agree, I was a very clever man

And although I'm rather modest

I  also had to totally agree

And I smiled smugly

As I tucked into a bowl

Of fresh puppy soup

And goldfish kedgeree


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