The Jack O Lantern King and I

The jack-o-lantern king invited me to dance. I’m a black cat, I said. I can do a fancy prance. We took the dance floor by storm, the king and I. We were two spinning fools as others stood by. Guests were pointing and laughing in a mean way. I think I shall go he said; I persuaded him to stay. They poked fun of us. Maybe because we were unusual partners, us two? Later I discovered a stream of pink kitty cat toilet paper on my left shoe.