Thursday, February 7, 2008

living dead cats

The cats had used up all their lives

They’re scratching at the door

It’s been a while since they’ve eaten

And now they’re wanting more.

They had to dig their bodies out

They’re wanting to be fed -

There’s Ed, Mildred, and Fred and Ned

And they’re the living dead.


The living dead felines are here

I wonder what they eat;

For now they’re licking dirt from

Desiccated claws and feet.

I can’t find the can opener

It’s driving me insane

And I hope that what they’re yearning for

Is not my flustered brain.


I get so crazed and sickened

That I actually vomit

And the cats lap it quite greedily

Before I can get the Comet.

They have returned to my back door

After lives one through nine

And much to my surprise they came

With Ernest Borganine

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