PERSIAN KITTY



A Persian kitty, perfumed and fair,

Strolled out on a backyard fence for air

When a tomcat, lean and lithe and strong

Dirty and yaller, came a strolling along



He sniffed at the perfumed Persian cat

As she strutted about with much eclat

And a-thinkin the time to pass

He whispered, "Kiddo, you sure got class"



"'Tis fitting and proper," was her reply

As she arched her whiskers over her eye

"I am ribboned, sleep on pillows of silk,

And I daily bathe in certified milk"



"But I'm not content with what I've got

I ought to be happy, but happy I'm not

I should be joyful, yes, I should indeed

For I'll have you know, I'm highly pedigreed"



"Now, hark," said the tomcat with a smile

"You must trust in your new-found friend for a while

You must abandon your backyard fence

My dear, what you lack is experience."



The joys of living he then unfurled

As he told her tales of the outside world

And then suggested, with a leering laugh

A trip for two down the primrose path



The morning after the night before

The cat came home at the hour of four

The innocent look from her face had went

And in its place was a smile of content



Two months later the kittens came

To that Persian kitty of pedigreed fame

They were not Persian, they were black and tan

And she told them their pa was a traveling man



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