The cat decided, on the Wednesday, of last week
To end the human race, which he surmised, was way beyond it's peak
Cats, he mused, are far simpler, a better, tighter breed
No cravings for power, or thoughts of lust, or greed
As he pontificated and expounded, exactly what to do
The dog, snuck up behind him, and bit him clean in two
A footnote of intellect, a common James Bond theme
Don't pause too long upon your plan, but act, upon your dream
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
The cat decided, on the Wednesday, of last week
To end the human race, which he surmised, was way beyond it's peak
Cats, he mused, are far simpler, a better, tighter breed
No cravings for power, or thoughts of lust, or greed
As he pontificated and expounded, exactly what to do
The dog, snuck up behind him, and bit him clean in two
A footnote of intellect, a common James Bond theme
Don't pause too long upon your plan, but act, upon your dream
Instead of talking, shoot the villain.
Would be fewer escapes that way, and we wouldn't have to listen to the diatribe. :D
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