for Daffodil The lazy cat is snoring His indoor life is boring He wants to go a-whoring And be a lion roaring But he cannot anymore Curled with indignation for He wanted to get married Though unwilling to commit And lazy then he tarried So he got the worst of it And the moment passed away Lost then to be found no more When crated up and carried To the vet to be set free Of his masculinity Yesterday and now today All he does with it is pee No one knows quite what to say That was that and this is it A lonely situation So he finds his life a bore And he has issues of trust His desire but memory Iron having turned to rust Fit felinity to fat He would like to go to war To satisfy his bloodlust For the moles within their holes Laughing at him as they are In the deep sleep of the just Could he only find the door Or within himself to face Surgically enhanced disgrace He would give those moles what for They would hear the lion roar This is it and that is that So he answers with a snore Sleep it is so sleep he must The only consolation For a lonely lazy cat But when he dreams he sees What might have been: All the pretty kitties Then again +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII