A/N This is a rather random poem I made up while thinking of something romantic to write. Bit of a weird outcome, eh? Yes, I know it makes no sense, but don't let that stop you from reviewing!

I'm feeling rather witty,

So here's a little ditty,

About the smallest kitty

That you've never seen.

She spends her time at home

Waiting on the phone

To hear the little old crone

Shake a fist and scream.

"Leave the fish not so!"

The crone yells to and fro.

"Or I'll take thy tail and sew

it to your spleen!"

"Mroooow!" She replies,

For she cannot ask why

The dead fish cannot lie

On the counter, dry and clean.

"Alas, I do forget

That she is just a kit

Who cannot speak a whit

Because she's just been weaned."

And so this story goes

To show you just to show

That kitties cannot grow

Unless you give them beans.