A Poem Written By Both Kat and I

Tufted hair and glassy eyes
A dead Kat upon my floor lies
I killed her, it was an accident
To this I will swear

And Kat says "No she's lying
To this I will swear"

It was my grief that caused that Kat
To drop dead on my floor right there
She's lying still, she won't get up
I poked her with a spork
And then, to know I had good measure,
I tried a knife and fork

"She lies She lies"
The dead Kat cries upon the ashen floor

But truly I didn't think her dead
Until, I did see
That near her hair, there was a mouse
Gnawing on her teeth

After that I thought it wise
To hide all her remains
And so this poem is all that's left
To prove that I'm insane