The Literary Review

I say insufferable are

the commotions of two cats

when you are sleeping

and yet so darling-playful

with a bumble-rumble

of biz and flicking what gives

energetically the fleeing light

of night-slammers, patty-whammers.

I say insufferable are

the commotions of two cats

but it is not all that

it’s a hat and a bat

out of lick ’emeums rappity-prat.

I say insufferable are

the commotions of two cats

and you can fling ’em and wing ’em

and sling ’em

and you can wriggle ’em to bring ’em

if you’re party to lamb-lap

if you want to squiggle a gap

if you want to be like mustering

tree-sap of a compendium

be-snookered and be-smeckered and be-kempt.

I think they are plenty

insufferable these two cats

except if they be prancing

except if they be lancing

the unconventional piloting kites

of plucks camping all right

yes they are all quite like stuffing

me-me-moozled in Plotsch-Roughing their gambols

their fluffable, cuffed snatcheling

or singing or come-catch-me, come king;

their sniffling snuffling sniggling

come come catch me pleading singing

their nigh-crisps of huffy puffy middle-night

commotions of two cats emotions

split-splat take-a-lap.