Cat

Cheeky lil' s***s

On the shelf I'm calmly sitting
Meowing in my softest voice
And you, hearing that faint noise
Turn around and stare


Because, I am not kidding,
Such a fragile vase I see
Really looks, if you ask me,
Expensive and rare

I do not find it fitting
Placed so high above the ground
To the floor it should be bound
You shoot me a glare


"I'm cleary not admitting
Against you any defeat
And now move your fuzzing feet...
Oh no, don't you dare!"


With devils grin and witting
I let Newton do his work
You may call me now a jerk
Frankly, I don't care