Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Unruly mop of unkept hair
Just awake, you’d surely swear,
tooth askew and eyes a-squinting
secrets there, his gaze was hinting;
what mischief could he now unfold?
Would he be sneaky or just bold,
Chase the guys or just scare ‘em?
Then some hours with his harem.
Lots of b-ball, Sarah’s watching,
New plays in his noggin hatching;
Too many mysteries here to solve
without that steely cat resolve.
Ne’er before was one so fluffy,
I surely miss that scheming Duffy.

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