The Kitty
Kitty! Kitty! Purring loud
In her litter box pooping proud,
What digging paw and excavating toe
Could prepare for the constipated Calico?
In what kitty bowl or salmon cut
Burnt thy fire in thy butt?
In what gravel corner will she release?
What exactly will adorn the piece?
And what wrong squeeze, and what wrong push,
Could injure her poor little furry tush?
And when thy turd begins to protrude,
What's the matter kitty? What was in your food?
What the monster? What the beast?
What lurked inside that can of Fancy Feast?
What the world? What the hell
Could ever produce such a deadly smell?
When kitty finally liberated her struggling bum,
And let out a pleased little kitty hum,
Did she smile her work to see?
Did she who made the poop also make a pee?
Kitty! Kitty! Purring loud
In her litter box pooping proud,
What digging paw and excavating toe
Could prepare for the constipated Calico?
