Cat on my Lap
Oh cat on my lap how you purr
like a living pillow with fur
not much to talk about
your eyes I have no doubt
betray not one emotion, demur.
Such a child you are, but so sly
pathetically, sadly, you cry
Squeeze me! Pet me! Touch me! I sigh-
knowing, not how, but why
you will convince me to once again to comply
Those Egyptians sure knew what to do,
to raise, to breed, ones like you,
with your ability to seduce,
my unwillingness to reduce
I would like your talent some time too.
