Cats and Dogs
were Lovers
 
Lordy how they could love
She was his cat, oh
Tell me it ain’t so
Please tell me it ain’t so.

Listen to them hiss
Listen to them scrap
Just like the couple up stairs
What better reason than that?

Well offer him a bone
And give her some fish
Save the bullets
For the next ravishing dish.
 
Tell me it ain’t so, oh
Tell me it ain’t so

The next time
the moon is
Aglow.

L. Fullington

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