(With Apologies to Captain Billy’s “Explosion of Pedigreed Bull”)
A Persian kitty, perfumed and fair,
Strayed out through the kitchen door for air,
When a Tom Cat, lean and lithe and strong
And dirty and yellow came along.
He sniffed at the perfumed Persian cat,
As she strutted about with much eclat,
And thinking a bit of time to pass,
He whispered: “Kiddo, you sure have class.”
“That’s fitting and proper,” was her reply