K: Can’t you see
I’m trying to write?
Why jump on my knee?
And why alight
With muddy paws
On verse brand-new?
There should be laws
Against cats like you.
B: Can’t you see
I’m writing too,
Poems better
Than you can do?
K: Is that a fact?
We’ll see about that.
I must be cracked
To put up with a cat
That lies there dribbling
And trying to bite a
Bit off the ribbon
Of my typewriter.
B: I have to use
My tongue to say
The words I want,
Like you. OK?
K: Maybe so,
But I don’t see how.
All you know
To speak’s miaow.
B: Different miaows.
Sometimes I yell them,
Sometimes whisper:
It’s the way I tell them.
K: You think you’re a better
Poet than me?
B: So that’s what you’re
Supposed to be!