Saturday, March 29, 2014

Bad cat, bad cat




















We have a naughty bad cat and his name is Mr. Gray
He's smug and sly and exasperating, an insidious frolicking spoof
The other cats don't like him, he disesteems their social standing
If you tell him no no, he'll spit at your misunderstanding

He likes to roam his little earth, and leave his scent around
Marks his path dogmatically, with smells that quite astound
Other cats are puzzled by his offers of audacity
And dogs that happen on his trail just lift their leg and yawn

He doesn't believe in science, thinks gravity's a farce
Ascends the doorposts in his realm with total disregard
And when he's stuck and can't get down he blames it on his bros
It leaves the world watching lost in stitches and in throws

We have a vagrant emissary and his name brings us to shame
He's smug and sly and exasperating, an insidious frolicking spoof
Our household doesn't like him, he scorns our honoured place
We're going to tell him no no, and spit right in his face

When he's drubbed we'll take no slack he better pack
Or fate will paint a white stripe down his back
And if another stray cat comes our way with intentions of dismay
We'll fill that smelly litter box with water come what may

Beats throwing rocks, don't it?
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