‘Twas the night before Valentine, and nowhere you’d see a candy.
The detective remarked: “It’s definitely FatKitty’s modus operandi”
Chocolate, bonbons, sweets: no supply of sugar had been left unwrapped.
Kindly traded for a haiku had been, all the snacks that were kidnapped.

It said:

“Meow, I need the sweets!
The planet’s a giant whale
I will be one too”

And it was talking about bein’ a globe round,
For you know, as weird as it might sound
Geysers going off on this silly blue sphere
Are nothing but a happy sweet whale’s cheer

Luckily, roses were spared by the fluffer’s diet
Thus lovers all over had not been pushed to riot
For a questionable selfish kitten’s daydream
Causing depletion of Neapolitan ice cream

And still under the crescent there were to ingest
A million love words from the depths of the chest