Tomcat has his breakfast
of Mice Krispies
and reads his mewspapers
when Molly comes out with a snarl
in her purr-ple pajamas
she claws him all over
there’s such a caterwauling
and Tomcat emerges bewildered:
What? Why?
She’s upset that all night
her hubby Tomcat
called out for Cat Woman in his sleep
And what do I do with Tomcat
after this Claw Enforcement? thinks Molly
Oh, just hiss and make up
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