Noontide Passion
The drips from his ten-gallon hat
Fell thick and fast on the old black cat
On that misty day in August
The cat in the hat packed a gun
That in all this world was second to none
On that misty day in August
The nun saw the gun in the dirt
Where the cat lay with blood on his shirt
On that misty day in August
The shirt in the dirt was the cats
And the dirt in the shirt was the rat's
On that misty day in August
When I ate dog-stained sawdust
And hair-brained road rust
And started to call myself Fats
Contributors: | Roland, h0ttdaddy, Apsley, fester, Beefy, P, Padmakara, padmakara. |
Poem finished: | 23rd December 2001. |