Bandit of My Heart
Oh, Bandit, what's your impish task
While sporting, sly, that little mask?
You seem quite innocent and frail
Yet the kitchen tells a different tale
Floor all messy, the counters, too
Paw prints that led straight to you
But while I had a penance planned
You're far too sweet to reprimand
Looking slumberous in your slouch
Reclining leisurely upon the couch
Soon you'll close those kitty eyes
And off you'll scamper to fantasize
Such fuzzy mitts you'll fuzzily flail
While prizing creatures, (and your tail)
I can't help query what you'll scheme
While making mischief in your dream
Though doubts, have I, it can't outdo
The pranks you pull while being You
But antics granted, here you'll stay
Because I'd have you no other way
So while you're "Plunder-On-All-Fours"
You've plundered, too, this heart ...
That's yours.
** FIRST PLACE in the "Picture Prompt: Write Me Something Funny" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor. **
|