Two Kittens On My Lap

Genre: Non-fiction

Two kittens on my lap
One dull grey, the other jet black.
Oh how swift they were in all their movements
I'd stare in awe and it did give me chills.

Two kittens on my lap
But not my own, my friend's.
Oh how they sat on my lap like they knew me
And one kept licking the other, thinking she was their dead mother.

Two kittens on my lap
Always running around, playing or fighting.
They reminded me of Tom and Jerry
But that, you know, wasn't very creepy.

Two kittens on my lap
One's fallen asleep, the other's calmed down.
But oh I have to let them go
Because alas! I have come here for a different reason.

Two kittens on my lap
I woke one up and the other left hopping.
Oh poor creature, why did I do this?
I exclaimed as a piece of my heart almost sank.

Two kittens on my lap
Oh no, that's a thing of the past.
It's time to take my books and await
The person-to-come or else I'm late.

Two kittens on my lap
Didn't I say that was done?
The teacher has come now, there starts my tuition
I think it's chemistry or biology, but definitely not history!

Two kittens on my lap
Oh that's just the line to keep it uniform.
I must go now, lest I miss my class
And hoping I didn't bore you, I shall take leave.

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