A Poem to Our Cat…

‘Twas in the morning so much colder,

That you rested upon my shoulder,

A shocked glance to your ass so dark,

To see your perked x-mark,

So taking your velvet rope in hand,

I intended to cover that sordid land,

But you did swing a wild claw,

And my hand I did quickly withdraw,

Making me smack my wife in the head,

As she lay so peacefully in our bed,

Grumbling with the anger of a thousand furies,

We booked it out of there in a hurry,

And only you and I knew the truth,

Of the smack and the butthole-showing uncouth..

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