ALL INVITED Top Of a Hatter's Ryhmes

Even though violence is never right;
that little cat just thought it might
And he couldn't wait to get her out of his sight
So he pushed her into the light
Even though she said he mightn't
He took her quick and held her tight
With black eyes as dark as night
And he had quite an appetite.
But all his food was flying with a kite. 

(Do I start a new sentence?)

Do you mean a new poem? I think you're supposed to do one more line and then a new poem is started; it says ten lines in the description. 

Even though violence is never right;
that little cat just thought it might
And he couldn't wait to get her out of his sight
So he pushed her into the light
Even though she said he mightn't
He took her quick and held her tight
With black eyes as dark as night
And he had quite an appetite.
But all his food was flying with a kite.
And his lovely hair was ignite.

OK, I believe I have to start a new poem now...

Ember ran, flying behind was a mass of red hair

Ember ran, flying behind was a mass of red hair
But it began to fall out, much to her despair

Ember ran, flying behind was a mass of red hair
But it began to fall out, much to her despair
And without her hair, she lifted up light as air.

Ember ran, flying behind was a mass of red hair
But it began to fall out, much to her despair
And without her hair, she lifted up light as air.
So she took it back, but - such surprise - now it was fair.

Ember ran, flying behind was a mass of red hair
But it began to fall out, much to her despair
And without her hair, she lifted up light as air.
So she took it back, but - such surprise - now it was fair.
And so she frolicked around without a care

Ember ran, flying behind was a mass of red hair
But it began to fall out, much to her despair
And without her hair, she lifted up light as air.
So she took it back, but - such surprise - now it was fair.
And so she frolicked around without a care
And she had quite a flair for pear