Poetry month -- Day 14 -- sort of

In anticipation of not being able to write for about a week or so, I'll be doubling up on the poems this week, so technically, this would be Day 14's post. It's a limerick -- not a dirty one -- no further explanation is probably needed.

There once was a kitten named Buster,
Whose black and white coat had a luster.
He would bat with his paws
While extending his claws
And shredded a new feather duster.