By my once smoky kitchen,
Crunching crumbs from the store
Meant for you little kitten
Chorus:
Mew… mew, where is she,
The rickety hunched lady,
Who stole my joy to flee,
For pots no longer steamed?
I heard she went to Judith,
Whose basket is always full,
And by her word the blacksmith
Makes new pots with his tool
(Chorus)
Kitten:
I heard of Judith’s pot,
How a meal of stockfish
Steams and hisses hot,
Nice fragrance, what a dish!
(Chorus)
I’m sure the cat is there,
Under the big wooden stool,
Waiting and throwing a stare,
Praying for a meal to cool
(Chorus)
I:
Glad my store is empty,
And pots all washed and dried,
She left without a pity,
No longer satisfied
Kitten:
Greener, the grass is there,
She plans to come back not,
‘til Judith’s hands are bare,
And Stan stops making pot
I:
Yet, greener more, it’s here,
For my spice is leaving market,
And here is spoon to stair,
And throw crumbs in the basket
Chorus:
Mew… mew, where is she,
The rickety hunched lady,
Who stole my joy, to flee,
For pots no longer steamed?


I love it! Granted, it reminds me of those sweet and lovely poems/rhymes we recited in Nursery school. Was that intentional? ’cause this is Precious!
Lol. So like a cat, not an ounce of loyalty; selfish through and through.
I like the concept and your creativity. Keep it up.
Yeah, proper nursery rhymes, proper indeed, only that it is very Western in nature. I wonder when persin fit do one for naija pidgin, or English with Nigerian flavour. God, I wonder how that would really sound. Personally, I would laugh and roll and cry!!! I would thoroughly enjoy it.
Cats are always like that; their loyalty is a guise when they don’t get what they want. I had one as a pet some years ago.
Like the rhymes and the nursery blues about it. Nice work.
very nice poem even though i hate cats.
very true,it sounds very much like rhymes that should be recited in nursery school.lol
Thanks so much for all the love…!
you are so welcome.
more ink to your pen