Tuxedo Tom
Tuxedo Tom was an old-fashioned, gentleman’s gentleman guy.
Born with a beautiful ruffled lace collar that made the females cry.
They followed him from town to town, begging him for a chance.
He rolled his eyes at their efforts; they often hopped and pranced.
Females are so troublesome, he told his mother and grandma cat.
I truly do not like them much, I think I’d rather concentrate on rat.
That’s fine they agreed, do what makes you happy, you darling boy.
Still he was chased from sun to sun; these females were not a joy.
He became a famous scientist and gave lectures from town to town.
The felines preened and primped, and fluttered all around.
How to discourage them? He asked his fine friend, honest Jim.
I’ll take them off your hands, he offered; a big relief to him.
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