PuddytatA Poem by Earl SchumackerNever bring a knife to a cat fightPuddytat
Hims a cute, him so sweet and pretty cat Kitty kitty liver spots from over drinking Hanging out down town at the local litter box Whiskey sours and meows by the hour He calls his children kittens They look cute too in their little fur suits Puddytat gets drunk as hell Sharpened whiskers, claws and teeth come out Tell a tale of something else Appearances are everything in the alley Guns and weapons are ready Kitty kitty sports a small black marble Where there once was an eye lost in a fight A pirates patch covers the past as he goes by Cat keeps the other eye out for murder But only when he's sober Nine lives and nine rounds of live ammo Locked and loaded for battle Never bring a knife to a cat fight Cats fire at will when having fun Using paws because they have no fingers Not even one
© 2017 Earl SchumackerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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