Squeaky Toy:
Like Dogs to a bone, were Kittens to the Rum Tum Tugger. A Jellicle ponders this mentality of Addiction.
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I watch.
You throw to them what they want,
but that which they cannot own.
You refuse them.
They grovel.
They sigh.
They cry.
I know.
All the Jellicles know.
They as kittens, will never factor in.
They are nothing more then amusement.
They are in denial.
They cry.
They beg.
They're addicted.
They want attention and praise.
They want your affection.
You refuse.
But you remain an addiction to them.
I lament to them.
For they will offer what only they can give when they're of age.
You always have refused.
That will break them.
For you remain merely a tease.
As they remain merely a game for you.
Your little squeaky toys.
This was a quick poem written in exactly 3 minutes. It just popped into my head, and my finger began typing on a whim. This isn't the greatest thing I've ever written, but I figured it was a cute little musing so I threw it up here. I haven't written a poem in a very long time, but please do not judge this little piece of fun as my greatest work. It was merely a cute little idea. Myabe I should try some serious Jellicle poetry some time. I assure you, it would trump this. Anyways, review your thoughts to me. My.Psuedonym.Was.Taken
aka Maddy.