Kitten

Ass Ponys

The same sun shone through the window glass

The table was set with the good plates

You came down in your new easter dress

And he smiled when he said your name

He called you kitten



Who knows if you were right or not

And who cares if you lost or won

You kneel down arranging the wreath you brought

And your back is warmed by the same sun

He called you kitten