Sullivan a Pet Simian Ghost

You know my Sullivan a pet simian ghost Rolling in blanket as warm as toast 'Watch out, it's my territory', cried out my cat Just returned from a mission ' to smell a rat'. It was an eviction but Sullivan braved it out Clapped his eyes on the grinning feline's snout He had the world by the tail and he stood erect Jumped through the hoops to get my bed wreck'd. And Meenie my cat was not of irrational type She really hated to blow a hype She purred and mewed and got her dues Of milk cream fish broth salami huge. I was sad for my Sullivan the ghost In the dead of night he asked for a roast.