Alleycat Poem by Ted L Glines

AlleyCat
by Ted L Glines

(There is a little bit of lion
in every tabby-cat. Once in a
while, you've got one with a
Napoleon complex...)

She don't want or need to hear
none of that 'kitty-kitty-kitty'
hurry and bring that food right here
or this ain't gonna be pretty,
beware her soft and kneading paws
so sweet - you're thinkin wrong
wait'll you feel her teeth and claws
you'll be singin another song,
she's not the weakest thing you've met
to think so is a boner
she ain't no furry toy or pet
and she don't have no owner,
she's be learnin her 'roots' ya see
and she knows she's really a lion
so you'd best treat her regally
if you don't wanta go home cryin,
don't be tricked by her cuddly purr
and all her fluffy frills
her innocent look is a food-chain lure
and she purrs before she kills,
lookit her walkin down the street
all sleek and proud and fat
everyone thinkin she's so sweet
my 'sabre-tooth' alley cat,
now - what do you think of that,
please reflect
and give respect
to my 'killer-mouth' pud-i-tat.