The Ocelot Tirade
Respectable he's surely not
Since he seduced mine ocelot
And now he spurns its every glance
And leads it on a merry dance
Charm, elan, and flair he's got
as if no-one knew what he'll spot
He shall atone for his life of sin
In sundry postures masculine
Mine ocelot will earn her spots
In this casino at the slots
it will oppose the sundried plots
And save us from the demon Gin
Or Rum. Or Chardonnay, perchance.
Lest pain return her glance
While wheels with cherries twirl and spin
Double bar cherry watermelon plum raisin
Bankroll rests in pocket all a'blazin'
The Pit Boss views her all askance
"Bipeds-only here, My Dear"
He coughed. "Your claws will scratch the vinyl.'
The wheels turned, and then a final
Ocelot win began to appear
Cha-Ching! Cha-Ching! It's very clear
Who won the slot's prodigious spew
It surely wasn't me or you,
But if not us, then who? Then who?
The ocelot has gone to rendezvous
As the Pit Boss has an anginal
He bellows, "Out! And that's final!"
"Sigfried and Roy have been looking for you!"
(True, they like animals. Yet the vaginal?)
Her coins were not unclaimed for long
And stowed in many boxes strong
My ocelot upped and left the table
She's got twice the legs of Betty Grable!
Then Siegfried and Roy, like Cain and Abel,
Got us our own TV show in Hong Kong.
Soon her spurner appeared, oozing charm
Mine ocelot bit off his arm
The one with his heart on its sleeve!
was coldly invited to leave
The arm, though, we asked, "Will you stay?"
We have a job for you today.
As serendipity would have it,
Siegfried and Roy were so deprav-ed
They released a tiger, burning bright
(Its name was Blake), which, drunk on Mogen David
Strayed howling off into the night.
Even my ocelot could not save it.
| Contributors: | P, loaf, Kansas Sam, jose cano, VM, Roland, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Yonmei, Larry Brennan, D, kevin, Dave G., Elusis, Edgar, Ruth, mcb, Sharon, Cait, Bob. |
| Poem finished: | 19th June 2003. |