CABB’S
APRIL 12TH CHALLENGE
2026
NO ONE TOUCHES MY TOY BUT ME
by PearlAnn SnowStar
I’m in my hidey-hole playing
With my well-worn toy.
I hear my Mouse come grumbling.
“Arthur, come here, my boy.”
He’s going to take it away,
Again, I don’t know why.
Still good in every way.
If I don’t have it, I cry.
It’s an old stuffed kitty.
That’s lost some of its fluff.
The fabric may be dingy,
That’s’ ‘cause I play so rough.
Took old kitty away
Replaced it with one new.
I was quite sad all day
And in a grumpy stew.
Found it among the trash
Still good for many years.
Grabbed it, and made a dash
My Kitty! Now, no more tears.
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Such a sweet thought – Arthur has a special stuffy! Love this, Pearlygirl!
Thank you JoAnn even raccoons have “keepsakes” too
How clever, funny, and utterly charming! I really like the way Arthur acts—I love it!
Thank you Paula…who say’s humans have keepsakes only. I’m sure raccoons do too!
PearlAnn, I love the way you can get into the heads of so many characters — even Arthur! This poem is sweet and funny and I loved reading it!
Thank you Linda I love trying to see inside the soul of beings and animals are just as crazy about having keepsakes like us
I love seeing the world from Arthur’s perspective! This is such a charming poem!
Thank you Rebecca. I’m so inspired by what you share at WFOL that helps us discover many poetic and artistic ways to create
PearlAnn, this poem made me grin ear to ear!
Thank you Carole. I was chuckling to myself as well when I wrote it Arthur like old kitty toy not new one
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