Vanity Poem by soren Barrett

My black cat dressed in a fine suit of fur would chase no rat just sit and purr
Grooming all day he had no desire to play, with being dapper he did concur
My dog enamored by him, made advances by licking his lower limb
Feeling bedeviled his hair now disheveled, the romance now looked grim

After weeks of such an advance the proud cat lost his pants
Naked below, anxiety did show lack of a covering that God grants
He took residence on top of the fridge, an abode without a bridge
Rapunzel let down your hair met with a stare neither would move a smidge

So with a great deal of remorse, moving had become his only recourse
No bag to pack but the fur on his back, he left this amorous race course
He found a place down the street, without romance so sweet
With pants on again, like other men when he sees the dog he sounds retreat