What happened to the Kittycritter
After he had some fries?
I’m telling you it wasn’t wise!
It definitely wasn’t pretty!
Her whiskers and his tail curled up
As did his tabby fur.
In vain he gave an angry purr
No smoothing worked, it was a flop!
He tried to lick it straight again,
And then to comb it flat.
A shy and sorry little cat
He hid behind the couch, in vain.
He waited there
And gave a snort:
How awful! Like a Poodle, me!
I’d rather die.
I cannot bear.
I’m a Hairdresser ad
Won’t you agree?
Behind the couch, in pitch black shade
His eyes unseen,
His purrs unheard,
Only his tail remained outside and swayed,
I accidentally stepped on it!
He was annoyed beyond belief!
He swelled and then puffed up as if
To jump on me and bite a bit!
But then his whiskers, fur, and tail
At once became all smooth and plain.
And ever since that nasty day
he never tried the fries again.
No lures or charms could now convince him
To eat enchanted fries.
The Kittycritter’s very wise
And keeps an even fur.
And we all know there aren’t many
Curled kittycritters in the world.
(English Version by Ana Alfianu)