Spa Day Poem by Ima Ryma

My human sent me to a spa,
Categorically great move.
In fact it oughta be a law
That humans get into this groove.
The facility is like wow,
A hands on that fires up my fur,
Treatment that is pure cat's meow.
In blissfulness I'm all a purr.
I can't get enough of it all,
And could stay here forevermore.
'Miss Kitty, ' I hear my staff call,
Handsome Hans, his hands I adore.

I feel my feline pores unclog.
I needed this break from that dog.