He’s my porch cat,
Mr. Jake is
He sometimes comes on in
To slake his
Thirst and fill his empty belly
Then leaves his calling card,
Pungent, smelly
For all my other cats to find and read.
Yes, he’s my porch cat,
My Mr. Jake-Boo,
He likes to have
And eat his cake, too
Sleeping here, eating there,
Pissing just ‘bout every where
And training humans in his care –
What more does Mr. Jake-Bake need?
Mr. Jakey stays at the neighbor’s,
And sometimes, he stays with me
And whenever he comes,
He grants us his favors,
And we are honored, indeed!
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