Debonair Tom Cat
I jumped to the lowest branch of the sycamore tree.
Away from the felines who had been chasing me.
I am the most suave and debonair tom around.
They have been chasing me all over this blasted town.
They have needs, and they want loving and kittens.
I am tired of them all, Covid has me wearing mittens.
My mask has fallen off, it is now on the ground.
Those felines are milling and mewing around.
Come on down, handsome, they yell my way.
I know they are testing positive, so here I stay.
They are sniffing my mask, contaminating it now.
I am fit to be tied about this, having a cow!
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