Satirical Poetry: Try This One on for Size

Mouths open, seeking target;

Limbs thrashing, all entwined.

Heaving, thumping;

Breathing hard.

Rolling, twisting;

Reaching, writhing,

Desire is clear,

The finish is near.

They break apart

And start again.

Oh, the fun,

The pleasure—pain!

The chase; the conquest

All in vain.

For none has won, and none has lost;

Tomorrow, we shall play again.

Big-time wrestlers

Have no moves

Like kittens at play.

The ending line of this bit of nonsense clues you in to the objects of the concept behind this poem. We have a pair of 5-1/2 month-old kittens, sisters, who play and incessantly wrestle. Naturally, this is normal (and amusing) kitten behavior as they hone their stalking and attack skills, as if they were still big, bad wildcats.

I wrote this bit on January 27, 2012. Inspired by exactly such a scene, of kittens wrestling as they played. The double-entendre was just too tempting to ignore, and the poem virtually wrote itself.

The secondary inspiration for this 'naughtiness,' is a former fellow author, "epigramman," and his witty poetic commentary with an unexpected satirical twist at the end. As I watched the kittens, my mind started seeing them from that perspective, and I thought I'd try my hand at writing such a piece. I suspect that one of his most recent works, "Rump Roast," was to blame for the tone of this bit of mischief.

Sadly, I no longer see him as being active, and his wit is missed.

The darling little kittens pictured and described above are still with us, but as of this update, in March of 2018, they are no longer kittens, but sedate and somewhat haughty middle-aged cat ladies of 8 years of age.