The Poet's Cat's Hunger
The poet sat deep in thought
The cat thought how it could eat
The duo were so busy
A mouse just went quite quick
The poet raised his finger
And the cat aimed its paws
It was going to get its supper
And the mouse would be in a plate
The mouse saw the cat there
Underneath the poet's feet
He didn't want to be dinner
Who would want to be
So he planned his little escapade
And the cat thought of his tummy
Been rumbling for 12 hours
Since the poet wrote his poem
So the cat jumped at the little mouse
And the mouse jumped at the poet
And a rumblin' and a tumblin'
All happened that day
The cat clawed the poet
The poetry was ruined
The poet was so angry
His head erupted too
All brains were in the living room
And the mouse ran for its life
While the ambulance made its way
And the paramedics were shocked
To see the brains in the floor
While the cat was still hungry
And nobody paid him heed
Poor little cat he is
Lost his master and his prey
Copyright © Gerome Gepigon | Year Posted 2007
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