There's a lobby by my study where my visitors may enter <br />which, since we got the kittens, has a dirtbox at the centre. <br />They're still too young to go outside, that's why I ask for pity: <br />they've turned my quiet oasis into Shitty Kitty City. <br /> Pity, pity, isn't it a pity? <br /> They've turned my quiet oasis into Shitty Kitty City. <br /> <br />Their mother trained them very well to go into the tray. <br />They do their stuff and cover it - that's fair enough, you say; <br />but litter gets flicked everywhere, so underfoot is gritty: <br />you need your wellies on indoors for Shitty Kitty City. <br /> Pity, pity, isn't it a pity? <br /> You need your wellies on indoors for Shitty Kitty City. <br /> <br />Mind the crap... Mind the crap... Stand clear of the turds, please. <br /> <br />I scoop the jobbies off the floor: the cats think I collect 'em, <br />so each one keeps on squeezing me a present from its rectum. <br />There's steaming heaps all over, and it isn't smelling pretty - <br />it's best to wear a gasmask when in Shitty Kitty City. <br /> Pity, pity, isn't it a pity? <br /> It's best to wear a gasmask when in Shitty Kitty City. <br /> <br />Ip dip dog shit, you are not it. <br /> <br />But soon they will be big enough to do it in the garden. <br />I'm putting out my begging bowl, for which I beg your pardon. <br />And now you see, good people all, the reason for my ditty - <br />a whipround for a catflap door for Shitty Kitty City. <br /> Pity, pity, isn't it a pity? <br /> I need to buy a catflap door for Shitty Kitty City.<br /><br />Wild Bill Balding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shitty-kitty-city/
