Watching Contorted Distorted Poindexter
Contorted and distorted, Poindexter lollygagged in the sun.
Owners tried not to watch until he was completely done.
Twisted into a variety of cat shapes, although he was one.
He did not move for an hour after he found a position of fun.
How can he be this relaxed? The man of the house asked his Missus.
I do not know, but he is so hairy, I am not giving him kisses.
I know what you mean, I found his hair on my toothbrush today.
I hope you put it up high, she replied, where the tooth fairies stay.
They laughed at their life and they laughed at their flexible cat.
They had a fine life, where a cat could be contorted like that.
He looks so comfy, should we try this position? Asked the wife.
You go ahead, her husband replied. I feel I already have a great life.
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