(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

A Dirge For A Righteous Kitten

To be intoned, all but the two italicized lines, which are to be spoken in a snappy, matter-of-fact way.


Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.
Here lies a kitten good, who kept
A kitten's proper place.
He stole no pantry eatables,
Nor scratched the baby's face.
He let the alley-cats alone.
He had no yowling vice.
His shirt was always laundried well,
He freed the house of mice.
Until his death he had not caused
His little mistress tears,
He wore his ribbon prettily,
He washed behind his ears.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

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Comments (5)

What a charming, old-fashioned poem! Thank you, PH, for posting something new and different,
'He had no yowling vice'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wow! ! What a sweet piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing.
Fascinating piece of art, poetic genius.
Until his death he had not caused His little mistress tears, He wore his ribbon prettily, He washed behind his ears. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong... a very good poem. tony