The Burgers of Cattery
The cat burglar rubs his hands in gleeTonight will provide the wealth he seeksUp the drainpipe and into the cold bedroomAnd there like a dream the Persian yawnsWith gentle strokes and chickenShe purrs in his grasping hands as heShimmies the downspout to ecstasy Cat scratch fever grips his waking thoughtsAs the hairball expunges his deep sleep dreamsThe cat never got his tongue butHe had nothing to say anyway