There once was a cat

There once was a cat
Who was really fat
People would call him silly
Because he smelt highly of chili

He was only a kitten
When he went to Great Britain
He said hello to the queen
After swallowing caffeine

Because this cat was so silly
His mama gave him a wet willy
Oh, he was in such pain
His mom even made him read Mark Twain

To the cat, the pain was overbearing
He knew that he would soon be staring
At the butterflies spinning around his head
Hinting that he may soon be dead

Soon after, while the cat was very dizzy
The cat became so very busy
Trying to walk up to his room
Only to get knocked in the head with a broom

The cat tumbled backwards into his door
He landed in a heap on the floor
His mama came up the stairs running
She had an air that she would soon be shunning

Into his bedroom, and behind his door
Was a puddle of blood, gathering on the floor
The cat seemed to be very dead
His mama got a feeling of dread

She went down the stairs and into the kitchen
She went to the cupboards, certainly bitchin'
Out she took were eight sharp and shiny things
Soon her son would have two wings

Back upstairs is where she went
This was a very rare event
She stabbed her son with the eight knives
After all, cats do have nine lives

I know this poem makes no sense
And it makes me seem very dense
But what can you do when you're so bored
When you haven't even got a sword

I do not know how to write good poetry
Though I do have good rhymes, you see
I realize I am in desperate need for a life
Or maybe all I need is a fife

Wow, this is so very pathetic
I am not very poetic
I think I will leave you now with this
I will leave you now, in bliss