Enchanted
I think the fridge just ate the cat
because it had the chance.
Now, being a starving kitchen rat
you’d think I’d do a dance.
Now that I have watched one eat
my old arch nemesis 'Stu’,
the fact is cats don’t bother me
as much as appliances do!
I’ve heard around the dens word that
the toaster’s been swallowing flies,
and that the deep fat fryer ate
a passerby ant by surprise.
It used to be cat claws and fangs
were all that could attack,
but now the blender might just make
my bones it’s tea-time snack!
So, though the cat who used to chase
my closest hearts around
is stuck in the feline equivalent
of six feet underground,
some charm’s at work to circumvent
my steadily chowing down!
The kitchen’s become a jungle
and I have a lingering hunch
that something out there somewhere
is planning my innards for lunch.
Nevermind - the cat is back
so yeah, it’s time to run.
(Can’t dream all day, now can I Jack?!)
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MEEEEEOOOOOOW! - (K, this has been fun...)
