Me And The Cat

Me And The Cat

Me And The Cat

I wandered into a room
(the air full of perfume),
and saw from afar
a cat with a guitar.

He purred and he strummed,
he sang and he hummed,
that he would grant me a boon
should I give him the moon.

"I do love it so!" he moaned,
at his singing I groaned
"You're whining sounds awful!
Stop giving me an earful!"

He pounced, full of vengeance,
ate me whole, wanting comeuppance,
and remarked, "You aren't tasty,
but, there was no need to be nasty!