Patient Kitty , Thanks from Starving Poet.

Nice Kitty,
      
      Puddle of fur,
      Tell me. If I teach you language, and how to decipher
      my "aimless" rants..
      Will you choose my company?


      or Obliviate me 
      from memory with their abracadabra,
      Who Spit, Swear and of course 
      fuck
      In prose shameless, Named by pretense
      of playing tennis Without nets, or nets having Craters of rhythm 
      Beggaring verse for a 
      Quick buck.


      Cute Kitty, Why don't you purr?
      Will you desert me? With your glare you make me stir...
      Hungry ain't you are? Take away my Morsel
      And feed your unsuspecting eyes...with my 
      Demise.
 
Yours,
Starving Poet. 


(A quote from Robert Frost has been used in this.)