I play a game
with my Kittykat
I call him Fluffy.
We are very careful
to keep a straight face
while our tails swish
but it can be very tough
to not to smirk.
he gets a pre-smirkish twitch
when I play Fluffy tricks
But so far he remains the Champ
He’s the Champ of the poker face.
He is, by the way
a very gifted poker player.
We take turns to shuffle and deal
he says he is not declawed.
His idea of dealing the cards
is diving and skidding repeatedly
through-out the deck ala Risky Business.
He never gets tired of that
But he gets all tired out
and wants to nap on top of them.
And my on money too.
I HAVE lost a couple bucks this way more than once.
Wait a minute, That little SOB!!
I been grifted!
By a sly KAT!
Oh Come ‘ e r e FLUFFY . . . . . .
I have a big surprise for you . . . . . .
Shhh . . .
It’s a hammer for his piggy bank . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
Perhaps I have read too much Calvin and Hobbs.
nah . . . that’s not possible.
this poem should probably line a litter box. . . .
30 Day Poem Challenge # 5 poem
I don’t actually play poker
but my cat does like to skid through papers.