But kirby, my cat. even though your fat, we still love you and I devote this poem to you! To bad you can't read...
AND YOU BREAK EVERYTHING AND MESS A BUNCH OF STUFF UP AND BE EVIL *pant pant* GOOD THING YOUR CUTE!
Mischievous Kirby
Sleeping on the couch,
Clawing on the chair,
Clawing me. OUCH!
Pawing at the air.
Snoring on my bed,
Eating from the bowl,
Now my hand is red,
Because you bit a hole.
Playing with your tail,
Rolling on the floor,
Water spills on you causing you to flail,
Now you're on top of the door.
Jumping down with a thud,
Knocking over my drink,
Sneaking outside to roll in the freezing mud,
While the second