Beneath the Ball-Park Bench
Black markings shade the space beneath green eyes,
for Friday night means football in these parts.
The name is Simon, snooping is my art,
my reg'lar seat's beneath two hefty guys.
There's plenty popcorn almost ev'ry time -
bits of sandwiches, chips and pizza parts.
When our team's doing good and scoring yards,
dessert is ice cream -makes my purr-er chime.
I share with Sugar, tablemate tonight.
Before the crowd leaves, we will scamper off.
Mix cats with water; there'll be a riot.
On Friday night, good food is my delight
but we get out before they hose the trough.
Game called for rain? means we're on a diet!
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