Mums who bums, this bowl you have set before me clearly presents no pâte
And I am not at all in the mood for such egregious state of diss play.
Walnuts, bah!-nuts—and if those other few in the compost-ition are ripe,
I underscore, regarding site of appetite bites to abhor, my gripe!
And, where is my saucer of milk to support shiny coat de calico?
Am I dreaming in another place or time? A mix-up in Mexico?
Listen, crackpot of crap lot, fur-purr will forgive you this most recent goof,
But you will drop this hell down a well and tear down any nearby shadoof.
Then, you shall carry me to field of mice or water body teemed with fish—
And you shall hunt and hook for me while I precisely pick the most delish.
I understand you are a ‘cat lady’ and, hence, your crazy is quite clear;
From now on, though, even if you mind, keep it down when dinner time is here. ; )
