THE CAT

I know this cat
Who lives next door
And I do hate him
That’s for sure

 
Early each morning
I stand on guard
Making damn sure
He won’t cross my yard

 
Because some times
He just passes thru
And other times
He has to pooh

 
So if he comes
And heads my way
That’s when I must
Chase him away

 
Cause if I don’t
That rotten louse
Goes in the planters
Of my house

 
The ground in there
Is nice to scoop
And he goes there
To do his poop

 
One day he stopped
And peaked my way
Saw me waiting
To chase him away

 
I banged the window
So he would leave
He stopped and stared
Would you believe

 
He stared right back
Into my eyes
To show me, he
My stare defies

 
I stared right back
To show control
That’s when he dug
A little hole

 
Turned his ass
So it faced me
And looked around
So he could see

 
My reaction
To what he’s doin
And then he just
Started poohin

 
For all the swearing
That he heard
He left for me
This great big turd

 
He looked my way
That whole damn time
As if to say
Just this onetime

 
I’ll shit right here
While you watch
Cause you can’t do
So very much

 
Well, my blood boiled
As he did this
And while I banged
He took a piss

 
Then slowly scratched
Some grass on top
While I just swore
To see such slop

 
Throughout this time
He just stared back
And calmly watched
If I would crack

 
And crack I did
Ran out the door
Waving wildly
As I swore

 
When I got out
He was gone
So I raced out
Into the lawn

 
And there I stood
In one foul mood
Then slowly realized
That I was nude
BOEMS BY JA 147