Come listen to my ditty of a psycho kitty,
A Persian pretty in a dirt box gritty,
Feeling no pity for the strays of the city
Sweet Mr Bitty turned Psycho Kitty
Both bird and bat are prey for this cat
His Tummy so fat; full of mice and rat
In house and flat, he’s an impish brat
He’s a one pus-frat, doesn’t need no pat
There’s an insidious growl when he’s on the prowl
As his hungry eyes scowl at the raven and owl
With breath so foul reeking of fish and fowl
If vocals would allow, at the full moon he’d howl
In the heart of the city in a dirt box so gritty
Sits our vicious pretty with no charity or pity
Singing: "Do Wa Diddy", getting to the nitty-gritty
Sweet Mr Bitty turned Psycho Kitty
Comments
Margharita | October 3, 2010 - 13:58
Loved this, as a cat person myself. My new little kitty is too small to go out yet, but if the relish with she stalks anything from a pair of socks to a fly is anything to go by, we are in for some fun when she does.
The rhythm is great. I found myself humming 'Summer in the City' while I read it. Very enjoyable read.