The Original Dolly Cat
The pink panther is the original dolly cat
He knows who he is and makes no apologies for that.
He used to tickle my grandson, he would laugh until tears
I did not realize then that he might be a dolly cat himself over years.
He is wily and smart, and handsome, a pink dapper devil.
His thinness is almost funny, he is never disheveled.
He is a study in gender, with a keen eye on the lookout.
I love his slinky slick ways, for his individuality I do shout.
The pink panther has the voice of a soft-spoken man.
There is a touch of mystery, as he heads for each garbage can.
He is rather refined, so I cannot see him peeking in alleys for food.
Just seeing his clever fine ways puts me in an extremely good mood.
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