Tuxedo Tom Was Dapper and Debonair
Tuxedo Tom was a man who was insanely debonair.
Straight out of GQ, he had a manly, handsome flare.
The kitties in the alley were giddy beyond compare
When they smelled a whiff of Tom in the cool night air.
He did not have a big head, but he knew he was cool.
Another cat wanting to fight him was totally a fool.
Because Tuxedo Tom had been to fight-to-the-death school.
And he was not beyond scrapping with any kind of tool.
The kitties in the alley swooned when they heard his patter.
They started licking and primping, and stopped their silly chatter.
Tuxedo Tom was the goal, they would whisper through gray matter.
He batted a hundred every night; he was a terrific lovely batter.
Tuxedo Tom could be frivolous, but never cruel or mean.
He was the dapper debonair Tom, the one the world has rarely seen.
He had children up and down the alley, some were crazy, others keen.
They liked to strut beside their daddy, and his newest queen.
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