My Old Cat Herman
My old cat Herman sure looks like vermin
When we douse him with a bucket of water
His teeth start to chatter, gets mad as a hatter
His master, he'd sure like to slaughter!
With unearthly growls, slinks round on the prowl
For a spot to get back his lost dignity
Under the couch he retreats like a grouch
We crack up in a mood of frivolity!
One day we'll pay for this game that we play
Herman's gonna rip away at our flesh
With an unearthly meow, like a demon from hell
He'll pounce - his dignity refreshed!
So here's what I learned bout the time I got burned
By this human-like piece of machinery
We've now learned a truth, Herm does rule the roost
He's responsible for a change in the scenery!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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