Are They Cats Or What
The bikers headed into Kalamazoo on a mean pink bike.
The guy yelled to a passerby-er, “why don’t you take a hike?”
His old lady yelled for him to run over the old guy’s foot.
We had never seen such meanness from a biker’s soot.
Are they cats or what? Someone asked, and I said, “For sure.”
They were as mean as cobras crawling out of cow’s manure.
They have a certain cattitude we had never seen in Kalamazoo.
I was glad when they left, as I am sure you were too!
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