Cat man do I thought at first

A strange and most perplexing thing

And though my ears were filled with glue

My brain a ball of fine grey string

A counterpoint to this occurred

And at this thought at once I purred

Of such a notion, think - I won’t

There must by rights be ‘cat man don’t’

At first it seemed a curious notion

But as I mulled it in red wine

It propelled it’s self with great propulsion

And as a thought it turned out fine

So cat man don’t it was to be

And think it from now on I must

I’d give it legs, maybe a tale

The rest I’d have to leave in trust

The cat man don’t, I see it now

Not pink or green with sky blue dots

But tabby, black and tortoise shell

Dressed all in silk with thermal socks

It’s mane quite thick, it’s ears quite pointy

It’s whiskers glint, its natural grace

A winning smile, mysterious beauty

A cheesy grin stuck to it’s face

It’s probably small, no maybe larger

A giant moggy ten feet tall

No doubt it’s dancing in blue lycra

And doing cartwheels down the hall

For pete’s sake what have I created

Pete for the record was not there

Last seen on Hope street with no pants on

Buying sausage, chips and beer

So what then of the ‘cat man do’

Or many other cat man types

The do’s the don’ts the will’s the wont’s

I’ve heard it’s all just cat man hype

As long as all cat men are happy

They’ll just cancel each other out

They’d be too much, too over ‘lappy’

Of that there can be little doubt

Richard Lee April 2008