This is in praise of cats
How they have great purrsonality and avert catastrophes.
With mewling meowness, they lap the milk of human kindness.
Ginger striped burnished, they come fully furnished
with no caterwauling, or hissy-fit pussyfooting
Pawsibly psychic, they make the best mewsic.
The cream of the bowl, it’s time to rowl and roll.
No alive or dead Schrodinger suppositions,
not the product of random composition,
they’re conceived under howl and hiss,
on moonlit nights in tuna bliss.
Though they lick you into hairballs,
and scratch poetry on your walls;
this is still in praise of cats,
cuz they’ve gotta be purrfect.
