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Colbert...

Colbert always thought , he was a very cool cat

 

He would spend all his days sprawled out on a mat

 

He couldn’t be bothered to go and catch mice

 

As his meals were brought he thought, “mmm” this is nice

 

 

But at night he would go and frequent some bars, and

 

Sit in a corner and smoke hand rolled cigars

 

His friends would gather around and admire

 

While coughing up fur ***** by a very warm fire

 

 

In his crisp white shirts, and saville row suits

 

He would avoid all the puddles in his hand stitched boots

 

With a wide brimmed hat, and sleek black fur, what

 

The others thought of him he really didn’t care

 

 

At the head of the table, he’d sit and just think

 

Which sleek furry feline would buy him a drink!

 

While out smoking, drinking and looking for wives

 

To keep such a night life, he’d need his nine lives

 

 

Come the dawn, check his shares and ring his stockbroker

 

Then swagger to the casino for black jack and poker!

 

There’s nothing he likes more than a pedicure

 

But he won’t throw the dice, he might break a claw

 

 

While enjoying the champagne and caviar lifestyle

 

For a cat of his age he isn’t so agile

 

Unaware in the shadows there’s lurking a rival

 

A Tom that’s prepared to fight for survival

 

 

One night in the club, in the middle of poker

 

The challenger shouts, “Colbert you’re a joker”

 

With a hush, onlookers tiptoed to the doors

 

All fearing the worst, a sharpening of claws

 

 

But, Colbert kept his cool and turned on the charm

 

Sir, I don’t want to fight, and I wish you no harm!

 

Do you dabble in cards? Said Colbert with a grin

 

If you long for my crown there’s a chance you may win

 

 

With a Cheshire cat grin all over his face, the

 

Challenger dealt at a very fast pace

 

“Aces high” said Colbert while preening his fur

 

The challenger looked, and then said “two purr “

 

 

Colbert feeling shaken, looking pale and shocked

 

With tears in his eyes, from his throne he was knocked!

 

The challenger said, “I’m not Jack the lad”

 

I had a good teacher in you , you’re my dad!

 

 

So Tom the new king, sits at the head of the table

 

Accepting a drink from a feline called Mable

 

In front of new friends and his little harem

 

In casinos and clubs Tom wants to be seen

 

 

Not a thought for Colbert, gone and forgotten

 

But the secret he keeps , is that he dealt from the bottom

 

Poor Colbert’s on the street begging for scraps

 

No hand rolled cigars, just half eaten baps

 

 

Tom’s putting on weight, but deep down he knows

 

Out there is a rival, so he keeps on his toes

 

Colbert’s demise was swift and exact

 

He spends the rest of his days just a plain alley cat!

 

copyright 2011 Daw...

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