The Cat's Meow
There's this feral cat
who knows just where it's at
when he wanders off for late-night prowlin'.
Sixth Street and Fisher Trail
no better place for tail
he slinks up licked clean and growlin'.
The young fluffy things call him “my little pita”
but his wife knows he's nothin' but a has-been ol' cheetah
and she gets the last laugh. He thinks she's out bowlin'!
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