Mr Mought Is a Goner
She was an old-fashioned kitty, and he was unsure he wanted to date her.
She will have you running down the aisle said his cousin Gator.
She was a pretty little thing, he saw that from across a large ball room.
Don’t think of her his mother said. You do not want to be a groom.
Her green eyes delighted, enticed, and said come hither, Mr. Mought.
I am scared of this gorgeous unsullied feline, he very often thought.
His heart said buy some smothered catnip cookies and ask if we can call.
He noted when Miss Vee was around, he felt more masculine and tall.
Mr. Mought, you cannot be serious! I thought you were a bachelor to the end.
He rolled his eyes at his neighbor. Maybe he was not a kind or loving friend.
He took her out for a picnic to share herring and some tuna marmalade.
She was not only beautiful but kind, and he ended up proposing in the glade.
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