Nae's Nest —  November 18, 2012 — 10 Comments


Here my cat sits
With a lampshade on her head
Is she a bit tipsy?
Has she lost her grip?
I have a feeling
Someone has been in the catnip
She is a funny little girl
Still just a baby
Underage drinking
Does not make a proper lady
She rules the house
Always in command
Except for now
She can’t even stand
A clumsy little ball of fur
Chasing her toys
Rolling all around
She is such a joy
I never thought it possible
One day I’d become
The crazy cat lady
All the children make fun
Funny thing is
I am rather proud
To be the crazy lady
Made fun of in town
Boo is such a treat
There is no better gift
My sons could give
Silly company, is what she is
She makes me laugh
When I feel sick
For a moment I can forget
About my treatments
Who would of thought
I’d get so attached
One look was all it took
I was completely hooked
She has a dual face
Full of mystery
I named her Taboo
Which fits her perfectly
Not because she is a fright
Or full of monster gore
But because she is a chicken
Which I adore
Renee Robinson

Nae's Nest


I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

10 responses to Taboo


    Don’t cut her whiskers.. LOL


    What a funny, cute poem….Peace Jaz

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