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Here Kitty, Kitty...

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I'm cold and old, � � �
retired and bored � � �
I can't explain this pain � � �
I think I'll catch some pussycats � � �
to roast on open flame � � �
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I'll barbecue � � �
their whiskers � � �
and skewer 'em by the tail � � �
I wouldn't do it really � � �
I'm sure I'd go to jail � � �
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You see they � �
pee on my hydrangeas � � �
and devastate the lawn � � �
my hatred knows no limits � � �
they shit and then their gawn! � � �
� � �
But there is � � �
one sure solution � � �
much cheaper than a guard � � �
to quell their foul ablutions � � �
I'll cage a tiger in my yard

Written by Abracadabra

Published 24th Sep 2010 | Edited 7th Sep 2013

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it's cruel

Jestalessa

24th Sep 2010 4:15pm

the way these cats treat your garden! i'm sure some dog/cat repellent would help a bit, if not completely solve your problem. very creative and i took great pleasure in the rhyme scheme. it suits this type of poem. [: