Hoon's Cat Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A magpie, on the prowl since noon
had spotted a well-pimpled hoon.
The hoon burned rubber on the street
no cop was seen to walk his beat.
The magpie worried, since the noise
would probably disturb his boys.
The boys were resting in the nest
this year with twins he had been blessed.
The wife, she had eloped last week
with that disgusting Peckerfreak.
So Magpie swooped until the sun
made sitting in the car no fun.
The hoon had rolled his window down
quickly the magpie went to town.
As you might know these birds can maim
and once attacked you ain't the same.
This hoon lost nose and half an ear
he didn't care, due to the beer
a cop came suddenly and pounced
he tested him and then announced
Four times above, you're off to jail
the hoon now turned a shade of pale.
Up in the tree the magpie sat
revenge was sweet for Hoon's fat cat.