Ode To My Latest Squeeze

Ode To My Latest Sqeeze

Asked the cat of the man,
“Can you make fur stand on end?”
Said the man to the cat,
“Place a guitar in my hand.”

Asked the cat of the man,
“Can you squeal as high as I?”
Said the man to the cat,
“When I make my guitar cry.”

Asked the cat of the man,
“Can you wail like I’m in heat?”
Said the man to the cat,
“Every time I’m on the beat.”

Asked the cat of the man,
“Can you lick yourself clean?”
Said the man to the cat,
“It’ll knock the shine right off your sheen.”

Asked the cat of the man,
“Can you scratch and scrape and shred?”
Said the man to the cat,
“Right down till my fingers bled.”

Asked the cat of the man,
“Won’t you make me your pussy?”
Said the man to the cat,
“Lemme rock, you’ll be you’ll see.”

(Inspired by Conversations With Kipling.)