Always hungry this little pet,
For a treat I'm always greedy
At your feet I plead, I fret.
A sighing phrase “Oh you're needy”
Still, to me a loving smile,
Shown affection all the while
food for your little glutton
As I bust out of e'ry button
Self control, I never had.
You let me know through mumbled sound
And with those words I blush like mad
As my weight now climbs, pound by pound.
Spoiled Kitten and it shows.
Inch by inch, my waistline grows
Another kinky poem I wrote up.
The third Quatrain tried to KILL ME. But it worked out well.