Jean wants another kitten. I vote: this one.
If I found this little guy in a back alley, he’d come home in my pocket, and I’d give him a bath, and a can of tuna, and a warm spot on my bed to sleep. And I’d name him something adorable.
And then I’d put him on utube.
Ah, Youtube, the traveling freak show of the world.
Might I suggest naming him Zoidberg?
Nah, I’m cheering for Cathulhu!
Oh, c’mon Al, be original.
I liked it, Jean.
I am smitten with the kitten you be gettin’. I dig the way he sittin’ and for you I think he’s fittin’.
I hope I don’t get bitten cause his tenticles be trippin. If he starts to hittin’, then J would start to splittin’. I’d run away from kitten (probably to Britain).
If he ever lost his mitten, he might end up frost bitten. Cold is not forgivin’, so you’d better get to knittin’.
Although this poem that I’ve written, is very very bi***in, I think I’d best be quittin’, cause it really needs an endin’.
Well, jean, he *was* original.
Jon, you are my hero. Really. With a cape and everything.
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