Take your cat and leave my sweater
it’s only because of the weather
this need to hold onto Christmas
even if the **** thing’s ugly
bedecked with Santa and his deer
sequins forming shiny *****
I’ll wash it till the hair has been removed
even if Rudolf will lose an eye.

One gives me hives while the other warms me
dander is my kryptonite
you knew that when you brought them
feline demon into my safe abode
‘it doesn’t shed’ was your mantra then
tears spring to eyes in response
not to the sorrow I remember well
but to the allergies I suffer from.

I don’t need to itch to know I adore you
welts the size of frozen peas
evacuate this pox of my life
allow me to keep my lovely wrap
festivities that I long to have
before the scratches ran with blood
holidays with festive songs
now muffled by the snot.

Take your cat and leave my sweater
my life will be warmer for the better
fur removed from my clothes
when loving cotton enfolds my heart
no longer snorting benadryl
I’ll find peace in our eternal love
now that I have cardigan
minus the pox of afflicting cat.

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