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Ode' To Scraggly Tail

That meanest looking old grey cat,
just cross my path, me ~ meaning that,
he'd crowd out all the fine cats play
to gobble up their food ~ then stray!

Then two doors down ~ a new guy came
quite dashing, with a moustache ~ vain!
he'd ride his bike, a sporting scene
the French relays ~ he looked so keen!

Now scraggly tail had disappeared,
the mean grey cat with pointed ears
it seems the new guy liked its breed
and took a fancy ~ then to feed!

But what was this, upon the porch
this "frenched up" cat, its tail canooked
was strutting openly, its path
no more between the garbage' swath!

Scragg's eyes were not as mean to glare
and sometimes waited for his share,
a little love, old scraggly got
it changed his lonesome "nowhere" lot!

Hey friend, did you help scraggly out,
the coiffure giving scraggly clout,
"I trimmed him up ~ the new guy said
I think its gone to "scraggly's" head!

The new guy then became my friend,
his nurturance obvious in spend,
and scraggly lost his urged contend
a happier lot, the two seemed then!

The weeks went by, the porch seemed quite
the tamer cats shared  their delight,
And little scragg stayed out of sight
His master keeping watch by night!

And then the message came to fawn
"Will you help Scraggly when I'm gone"
The thought of Scragg out "there" again
just digging for left overs ~ "when?"

I guess I'm headed for the Pen
the new guy stated in consign,
there wasn't much to say just then
I wondered why all through the night!

It seems the Law is rank with might
about a Driver's License plight
and five offenses get you booked
with more years time ~ now you're a crook!

This happy guy, content to share
his meager lot with Scraggly's care
was facing five years fenced in square
to get to work he chanced the dare!

They're after me ~ that's all it is
I had to drive ~ my job you see
will take his time, like some foul fee
and what he loved will wait ~ still free!

Not fair, agree ~ or don't agree!
More serious crimes ~ seem left to be,
the wronged in prisons ~  life's a sea
Of "SCRAGGLY TAILS" ~ without a plea!

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