Curiosity didn't kill my Cat

Tiddles moved with two left feet.

His style it never was complete.

He never acquired a good right foot

And I guess that's why he went kaput

He slunk about all night, all day

Little care of what the neighbours say.

You see, here is the moral I shall now portray:

Don't be the cat

Who elects himself the aristocrat.

Did he hear the neighbours horn?

No, too busy, he was pretending road was lawn.

It's fine, he'll probably be re-born

As a pretty little unicorn

On a pedestal did Tiddles stand

Unless you had some milk in hand

And even then if it contained gluten

He'd look at you like you were Vladimir Putin

If it's cuddles or affection you're after

I'm afraid you'll just be met with laughter,

And don't even think about trying something littler,

Cause he'll treat you like you called him Hitler.

So don't tell me curiosity killed my cat

No I don't buy into all that.

You see, he elected himself as an aristocrat

And that's why Tiddles went ka-splat.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

oh no ...if it weren't for the tragedy the humor would stand out more ... poor Tiddles ... cats are so aristocratic indeed ... you have depicted them at their best .. aloof, distainful and independent to beat hell .. but adorable and companions to many ... truly hope this is not confessional :O
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[TheAlphaOmega1123]

In other words, "My cat was hit by a car." Hehehe, nice one

[apennylate]

Hilarious wordplay... Poor Tiddles... Fantastically penned...