There once was a woman named Filli
Who was bit by a Wheaton named Tilly
A scarier terrier'd have made Filli warier
Now Filli fears Tilly's a carrier.

Said History to Heidegger
If Being is forgotten,
How can one, then, of mortal men
Remember what one oughtn't?

Have you perchance been given stance
Above the West's traditions,
That you may given synoptic gaze
To Being's sad condition?
Vain Aryan omniscience!

Never take your cats on your vacation
They'll claw the seats and never eat their food.
And in a motel room
They're difficult to groom
And on the street a cat in heat
Can spoil your afternoon, so
Never take your cats on your vacation
The difficulty's very plain to see:
For your kitties' consolation
Can become feline frustration
On vacation with your cats in misery!

What creature under heaven's hand
Doth more the common sentiment reproach
Than the roach?