The Lament of the Famished Feline

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Kitty, meow, meow
What is it now?

Are you having a spat
With the Ellis’ cat?
Have you wasted your afternoon chasing a gnat?

Has your fur gone ecru?
Do the mice now say moo?
Are you planning a day trip to Kalamazoo?

Was your uncle a bard?
Known as Oswald Picard?
Have some bumfuzzled aliens docked ship in the yard?

Have you gotten the mumps?
Are you down in the dumps?
‘Cause your new satin pantsuit adds pounds near your rump?

What? What’s that?
All you wanted was food?
Well, why didn’t you say something?





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