Just
So
You
Know,
I rebuke
My
Enemy,
The
Local
Fat
Orange
Cat,
Which
Invades
My
Yard
For
Its
Daily
Shat,
Then
Hides
Beneath
The
Wax
Privet
And
When
A
Song
Bird
Comes,
Attacks.
I Dislike
This
Ambush
Immensely,
And
Hope
Intensely
A
Braver
Soul
Puts
A
Little
Something
In
A
Bowl,
Arsenic
Would
Do,
And
Don’t
Trouble
Me
With
Pious
Words
Of
Oh,
Poor
Kitty.
Cleaning
Up
Dead
Birds
And
Cat
Turds
Ain’t
Pretty.