Those Catty Backstabbers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those catty backstabbers,
Can spit out hair balls...
With exposing their claws,
To begin a wicked dish.

Those catty backstabbers,
Can spit out hair balls...
With exposing their claws,
To begin a wicked dish.

It doesn't matter,
What the flavor of who does it.
Men and women both will throw a fit.

And both will show they can be very vicious.
When felt betrayed,
By a friend who insists....
To persist with loose lips.

Catty backstabbers,
Can spit out hair balls...
With exposing their claws,
To begin a wicked dish.
And...
No matter who or whom it is they pick,
Will not forget it.
Or what they've done to hear that hiss.
Those catty backstabbers will dish,
When suspicious...
Of a dissing to them done,
By a friend or anyone.

Those catty backstabbers will dish,
To inflict a vicious venom.
Even if it is a relative.
Those catty backstabbers will dish.
And to be wicked.