A bad little kitty moved into my neighborhood
It does whatever it wants; empties people’s trash
Chases dogs – to them it taunts; scratches up any
and all Landau roofs; uses my friend’s daughter’s
sandbox to do number one . . .
Marks its’ territory – by the yard; swims in pools
as it watches bathers run inside; sharpens its’ claws
on all of my trees; I see its’ eyes glowing in the dark
and it gives me the creeps; the guy behind me no
longer has chickens in his coop . . .
I had just about had it, so I called animal control
The chasers became the chasees; so then I phoned
911 – K9 patrol; the German Shepherd was so scared
it hid in the trunk; then an announcement came
over my radio, escaped tiger . . .
“A Bengal Tiger has escaped from the zoo, please
remain inside – keep all doors and windows locked”
But this was Sunday and I had to go to church; so I
grabbed my Gideon’s Bible and off I went; the tiger
showed-up and thought, “Hmmm, live pray . . .”
The minister quickly hid under the pulpit; the choir
started singing, “Nearer, My God, To Thee” – music
hath charms, the Bengal Tiger laid down and fell
asleep; animal control came and took the bad little
kitty back to the zoo . . .
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