Cats gone crazy,
Feeling the heat
Walking around,
Low on their feet.
Looking for something
To make them feel good.
Looking for Q-Tips,
Or a long piece of wood.
Doesn't matter to them,
What makes the heat stop,
They dive on the bottom,
They crawl up on top.
But they really want Brutus
A tabby so tall,
But he'll never help them,
I cut off his balls!
(Sorry Brutus, I love you baby)
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feminine-felines/
