A Randy Tomcat Meets His Fate Poem by Denys E. W. Jones

Oh, I'm a randy Tomcat,
I wanna sow my seed.
I'm seeking female company,
To satisfy my needs.

You all know 'bout the state I'm in,
You must've felt the same.
There's not a creature on this earth,
Who does not lust or crave.

I'm prowling through the streets at dusk,
When bats begin to fly,
I'm scavenging in dustbins,
I'm getting the glad-eye,

From a tasty, flirty bit of Puss,
I've fancied now for weeks.
I'm primed, psyched up, all set to go,
But first I need a leak!

I spy a nice spot 'cross the street,
Where I can have a piddle,
I creep out from behind a bus,
Proceed towards the middle,

When out the blue, I tell you true,
Cross heart and hope to die,
Not more than twenty yards away,
A pair of dazzling lights!

I had not seen 'em coming,
Was blissful' unaware.
Now almost right upon me,
I sense the headlights' glare!

I'd always thought 'twas rabbits,
Wot got caught in this way,
And more than once, I've seen some rat
Squashed flat as a pancake.

Now here I am, a horny Tom,
About to get run o'er,
And all because I could not shun
My feline sex-drive's lure.

You may have heard cats have nine lives,
I'd just one left of mine.
Car slams on brakes, alas, too late!
I've used nine out of nine...

21/6/23
Denys E. W. Jones