Pat A Cat's Hat Poem by John Sensele

A mule I grew as I threw
Caution away and opted to play
Goofy games that sent away the crew
Who rescued my race the day

She told me to my face
I wasted her best years chasing skirts
Everywhere on the surface
Of Kitwe kits quaffing quarts

That cooked my liver
Lost me judgment sense
Turned me from a giver
To a hater of sapience ambiance

Until she burst out in tears
Storming out of my flat
Never again to face beers
That no longer could pat the hat of her cat.