Fun with Poetry, Part 2

A really poor attempt at blank verse (my mind was stuck on first syllable stresses)

Smokey and the Bandit are fine kitties
Sleeping in the sunlight all the day long
Looking like the princess and prince they are.
Bandit purrs happily while on my lap,
Sounds like a jet engine as he does so.
Smokey is a little wheezier but
When she gets her purrbox going, watch out.
It is so tough to escape her clutches.
Cleaning, licking, often turns to fighting,
Wrestling, biting, and then perhaps hissing,
Maybe gall'ping trying to win the chase.
When not trying to fit in every box,
They chase the red light of a laser toy.
Sometime in the evening they start whining
Until "food time" when they run to kitchen,
Tripping over each other and their tails,
Bandit trying to eat Smokey's food too.
Then they come and snuggle with me in bed
Or stay up and chase each other all night
Sometimes watching TV with their daddy.