Bad Bad Kitty
Sheba knew she was the cat’s meow
a tabby with a shapely bow
she twisted down the alley that night
knowing tom was hiding out of sight
tom was intrigued, she was a looker
her swishy tail was the final hooker
he followed her into the kitty bar
chatted her up; it was good so far
Sheba batted her eyelashes at this handsome Tom
She had been studying him; he was the bomb
Tried to act coy but did not do a very good job.
Suddenly ruining everything was her husband, Bob.
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