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Kit pets, but her puss does not purr. So, I buries my hand in her fur. I strokes and provokes; I coax and I strokes; And her pussy commences to whrrrrr. Miss Kit takes the puss from her lap. My fingers creep down in the gap Where her puss used to be. She’s so primed, she could pee, Yet she graces my face with a slap. So, I purchase for Kit a new bonnet With a picture of Puss-Puss upon it; And I brings her a Pup, But the Pup, he jumps up Onto Kit while she’s yelling, Doggone it! And that’s when I drops her new hat On the floor where the Puppy has shat. Kit cowers with kitty, Once pretty, now shitty, While Grandmother falls with a splat. And that is the saga of Kit; And a cat, and a dog, and some shit; And the day that her granny Fell down on her fanny And forced me to lickety-split. |
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