Poor little kitty whose only small crimeWas to eat up a fruit that sprouted a vine
But I'm going to fast, there's a story to tell
How this poor little puss found his own bit of Hell.
Imagine a stray all alone on the street
Totally starving and dreaming of meat
His carnivorous desire waylaid by a fruit
Swallowed then slid down the digestive chute
This fruit had a seed with a serious mission
And inside this cat was the perfect condition
To thrive and grow big,
Form a prize winning bloom
And finally seal the little kit's doom.
No comments:
Post a Comment