She loved the taste of pesto,
I kind of loved her dress though,
Much better when it came off,
Even though I had gone soft
In my heart…
So I know I had been smitten,
When I went to feed her kitten,
Wasn’t ready to drink the milk,
Rubbed the barely hairy silk
Of this cat…
She was filled with laughter,
Her cat always came after,
Any sounding of the drum,
I knew her cat would come
Running…
This girl was a born star,
Unravelled as a porn star,
Had lips that made smoothies,
And hips that made movies,
Privately shown…
One sad and fateful night,
Me and her cat had a fight,
I hurriedly took it to the vet,
Badly bruised, but barely wet,
In the rain…
Never again her pussy I’d touch,
Seems she loved that cat so much,
Damn cat tore through her clothes,
I’d cool it down with a long hose,
From the garden…
One day the crafty cat would lose,
Got crazy chewing on her shoes,
I thought it was a sin though,
Throwing the cat out the window,
On the ground floor…
Over time we crashed and burned,
I was the love and lover spurned,
Meat balls and seasoned rice,
Every cat carries a different price,
If the shoe fits…
Rodney S. O. Campbell ©
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