Cats and Tails
What is this thing
upon my butt,
that swishes to and fro?
I see it there
behind me, and it
excites me so.
I grab it and I pull it,
but dislodge it
I cannot.
With me it stays
forever,
tormenting me a lot.
I sneak up quietly on it,
with stealth,
I track it down.
Get rid of it
I never do,
it always hangs around.
Resigned I guess,
I must become,
until a cure I find.
For decorations
on my butt
and things on my behind.
upon my butt,
that swishes to and fro?
I see it there
behind me, and it
excites me so.
I grab it and I pull it,
but dislodge it
I cannot.
With me it stays
forever,
tormenting me a lot.
I sneak up quietly on it,
with stealth,
I track it down.
Get rid of it
I never do,
it always hangs around.
Resigned I guess,
I must become,
until a cure I find.
For decorations
on my butt
and things on my behind.
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