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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Surviving in the city The dog stood on the corner, looking for the cat. The cat was at the Warf side, behind a fishing vat. The dog was known as Rusty, an Irish setter bread. The cat was known as Sylvester, he finds what people need. The dog needed him a playmate, so he could plant some seeds. For that the cat demanded meat so fresh, that it simply bleeds. The dog had marked a hydrant, because the dog was late. He also do-doed on a lawn that led to someone’s gate. The cat found that disgusting but Rusty paid his price So he watched for lady midnight, for she was built real nice. Lady midnight came up prancing, her tail all in a swish. He took her for some meatballs, Midnights favorite dish. Sylvester ran it down, what Rusty had paid for Her cut would come right off the top, and there was nothing more. Lady M agreed that she was in that day. She took a bite then licked her lips and they were on there way. When Rusty meet with Midnight, she wouldn’t take no sass If he would get to close, she swished her hips and knocked him on hiss ass. When Rusty got his chance, he was off before he’s in. She winked at sly and said to rusty, I hope we meet again. Everyone was happy, even Rusty wasn’t sad. The edge he had was ended and he didn’t feel so bad. Now ain’t that oh so pretty, their life there in the city. Where Sly and Lady Midnight, finger popped to do-wah-ditty.
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