Tawdry Tom

Strut I must, my nature innate,
Besides what's on my dinner plate,
Lord I am, of this world,
All my glory shines unfurled.

My singing voice is unmatched,
Other suitors will be scratched!
Ladies line up at my purr;
Shameless hussies, stroke my fur.

Moon light's my cue for romance,
That's the time I really prance.
Braving tall fence and wet bogs,
Stealthy whist, avoiding dogs.

Trash cans are mine, lid or not,
Chicken's the bomb, cold or hot.
Life is awesome whilst I play,
Then I rest throughout the day.

My humans dote so over me,
They room and board me splendidly.
Ah the life, It's so fine!
And fancy this, I have nine!


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2006 Rodney Alan Crater