What is this That lay near my looking port?! Why is it green and What are those shiny things on it? Is it edible? Bleh! No! Its not! Im gonna bite it again
What are those box shaped things under that green thing? Are those GASP! ARE THOSE BOXES?! THEY ARE MINE NOW Wait what is this on it. Is it paper? Its gonna have to go
Why does my two legged father keep yelling at me? I dont understand him But i dont care I clamed these boxes as mine Oh no! Dad why are you putting me in the room? I didnt do anything wrong! Daddy! Let me play with my boxes!
Where did daddy go? Oh he's back! Im gonna get my box- Hey where did they go? Daddy where did you take my boxes? I was gonna- Wait whats that
A box? And... IS THAT A FUZZY BALL?! OH AND THIS ONE JINGLES! I just love throwing it across the room And then i love chasing it But more inportantly Im gonna put my head in this box
Man im tired. Hey theres that other two legged person They have grey hair and its long too Oh look! They made me a place to sleep Im gonna go sleep next to them now
Hey there is my daddy Wait Whats a crimas? Is this crimas? I dont know But he whispered this into my ear And he gave me a kiss on my forehead "Merry crimas socks"
I thought it would be kinda funny to write a poem in the perspective of my cat socks (a.k.a my little kitty baby) It turned out alright.