Joe's A Squish! Like his namesake Who knew our new cat was a Lieberman cat, Not one you would love but merely laugh at? The moment you touched him, assuming you could, His back disappeared like he's up to no-good. He should have been left with the SPCA To do what they do with an unwanted stray. Instead we end up with a cat like a fish, Who's a squish. By unanimous vote we named the cat Joe, More masculine sounding, for how could we know That a cat who seemed friendly and usually grinning, Pretending he never would need disciplining, Was one who decidedly most always did, Who'd been born with no backbone, please think slimy squid, And looked like he'd just swallowed a bird or a fish, Was a squish? Our other cats loved him, or so he claimed, They didn't, of course, 'cause he rarely got blamed. When incriminated, he'd wimpily schmooze For, like John McCain's pair of al-Bushie shoes Joe sneakily left in the dog's water dish, He's a squish! Bob Carlson |