Prissy cat with the fluffy white hair,
Why did you crap in Daddy’s chair?
He hurt your feelings
As he sent you reeling
When you clawed his hand, here to there.
You are lucky that you were not shot,
But instead were kicked out where it’s hot
to watch butterflies play,
And remain there ALL DAY!
Capital punishment, it’s not.
Molly
Samuels, March 2001
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