Abominakitty There once was a kitten,
Snow white and gigantic,
Like icebergs that float in the northern Atlantic.
Kit smelled,
As her coat was so heavy and hot,
Of trash cans and armpits and old things that rot.
Poor Kit quickly grew to despise her own fur,
And lost the ability even to purr.
She tried to make friends,
But they scampered away,
She'd no one to turn to,
And nowhere to stay.
I want to belong,
Kit mewled up at the sky,
I just want one friend.
Then she started to cry.
The other cats yowled,
You're not like us at all,
You're big and you stink,
We're sweet smelling and small,
You're growing too large to squeeze into this alley,
Get lost,
Go away,
And don't dare dilly dally.
White whiskers wilting,
Sad Kit trudged away.
She followed her nose night and day after day.
She came to a place that smelled yummy and dreamy,
And sniffed something wonderfully cold and ice creamy.
Kit lapped it greedily,
This was bliss,
Surely life couldn't get better than this.
But holding their noses,
A crowd shrieked,
What's that?
They shooed her and shouted,
Clear off stinky cat.
Kit fled across beaches and forests of green,
Then spied a huge creature,
The biggest she'd seen.
It wrinkled its nose as a sudden small breeze wafted Kit's stink in its face through the trees.
It reared up on legs that were shaggy and hairy.
Could this be a friend,
Thought Kit,
Though it looked scary?
No,
Angry dark eyes and four paws full of claws chased her away on a volley of roars.
Onwards Kit plodded,
And came to a place,
Ice chilly but soft on her paws and her face.
The ground tasted fresh and helped cooler as well,
Which slowly but surely reduced her bad smell.
Kit gazed at high mountains and,
Goodness,
What's that?
She found herself facing a giant white cat.
Could you be my family,
Here in the snow?
Don't be daft,
I have spots and I'm smaller,
So no.
The snow leopard hadn't much else left to say,
So growled at Kit loudly to scare her away.
Kit bolted.
She traipsed across ice caps and frost.
She came to a faraway place and was lost.
More mountains,
A snowstorm.
She tried to be brave,
Then curled up exhausted inside a small cave.
But wait,
What's that smell?
Was she having a dream?
The scent of new hope and of,
Was that ice cream?
From out of a swirling great blizzard of white,
Something emerged.
Her heart hammered with fright.
Something that stood ten feet high gave a growl and headed her way with a heart-stopping howl.
Snatched from the snow,
Kit was trapped.
She was caught.
By something horrendous,
She fearfully thought.
Dragged to a face that was filled with sharp jaws,
Kit whimpered and hid her scared face in her paws.
The longest of journeys,
An ending like this?
She trembled,
Then got.
A huge slobbery kiss?
You utterly gorgeous abominer Kitty,
You're frozen and scared you poor thing,
What a pity.
Kit was astonished and stared at the face.
The abominable snowman,
Here,
In this place?
And close by a stream that was fed by a fountain,
An ice cream shop clung to the side of a mountain.
My home,
Do you like it?
The snowman revealed.
It's yours if you want it.
Kit practically squealed.
Inside,
Kit encountered Abominagoose,
Abominahare and Abominamoose.
Her newly found buddies,
Her own little team,
All big and all white,
And who guzzled ice cream.
And there,
With her friends,
Snow-white-feathered and furred,
Abominahare stretched slowly and purred.
The end.
