You’re loud And demanding Sit on my lap then walk away Knock over the mail and Laugh at me You love to make a mess And sit on my desk But you refuse To make yourself at home in my bed You are strange Chew on a strand of grass And stare at the sky Run my fingers through your hair Black and soft like velvet I’ve known you for years And loved you every one Brush the back of my hand Make me smile You are the best friend I could ever know But you will never speak to me Because you are a cat
My cat is being a **** so I wrote a ****** poem about her.