“Big Fat Cat”

Furball fatass waddling through the house

like a four legged punching bag filled with

steel packing peanuts and a dead mouse.

“Meow” and “moo” mean more than a miracle

for the feline who speaks farmhouse lingo.

If you think that I’m joking or sound satirical

just see for yourself when I call ole Bingo.

Do me a favor and try not to pet him,

his teeth sink deep and they may kill you.

I kid of course, the bastard can’t even swim.

But he rows like a champ in the family canoe.

So be kind and ignore the obvious flaws,

for Bingo knows not where to find his paws.

-bb

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