she had eyes like a cat
just imagine that
she looked mighty good
from where I sat
she moved like a feline
my brain went blind
what I was thinking
might have been a crime
she purred like a kitten
might say I was smitten
if love is a bug
I was love bug bitten
call it love at first sight
but the Buddha was right
and I learned in time
pain ends the delight
like smoke in a curl
love is only a whirl
a cat strutting at night
it's just a working girl
it is good while it lasts
love is always a blast
then it slinks on away
like my Tomcatting past
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