Cat - Ugly - Pretty - Ugly

Cat – Ugly - Pretty - Ugly

Ugly cat invades us in savage fashion to steal our dinner
We’ll have none of that and kicked it out in the beginning               
But it keeps returning though, meowing, growling, and you know

We now have an ugly cat or it has us
Mean, vicious, suffers from malnutrition
Looks at us like we’re delicious 

Cannibalistic tendencies                   
It only eats raw meat   
Did I mention it’s malicious?                                            

Looks like cat’s been run over by a bus
Super fussy fur ball of fluff and nasty stuff
Ugly kitty has no place in our existence

Lazy thing makes friends with mice
It hates the smell of cheese and us
And takes pride in being not so nice

Cat has no clue of truth and beauty
We don’t know just what to do
Can’t figure out its longitude and “attitude”

Kitty sits and wishes it was cuter
Good luck with that

It climbs on shelves, destroying things
Concentrates on plates and dishes
Climbing walls, tearing curtains
Leaves mirrors for last to break
To see how pretty he must be   

Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly
Not the case with this feline Mr. Ugly 
Can’t get close or even figure out its sex                                  
With scratching claws, biting attacks, and flaws
A feline fatality in the making for us all                     

The monstrosity lost its meow with us somehow
Only howls and growls without a cause
Allies won’t even take it back  
 
It comes from a questionable lineage
Probably won’t reach old age 

Deplete of social graces and education
Lacking looks will send it to an early grave      

I would like to shoot it but fear it might shoot back
We’re superficial like that
And what type of person shoots the kitty cat?  
I mean, in the back
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Meade Avatar
November 17, 2014 at 3:20 PM
Hopefully he doesn't have any friends or relatives!! I loved the sharp wit. Outstanding.
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November 17, 2014 at 6:28 PM
Hi David, Thank you so much. I appreciate your comments. My wife is the cat person. I simply coexist with the fur. The cat in this poem does not exist so we don't have to worry about its friends and family. More importantly, I don't have to feed it. More than 90% of my poetry is invented. I make things up that did not or do not exist. Have a great day. Thanks again. Earl
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