A Persian kitty, all perfumed and fair, strolled out of
the kitchen door for air
When a Tom cat, dinty and lean and strong, of
tortoiseshell hues came along.
He sniffed for
awhile at the Persian cat, as she strutted about with much eclat
And thinking a little time to pass, he whispered,
"Kiddo, you're sure some class".
"That's fitting and proper" was her reply, as
she arched a whisker over her eye.
"I sleep each night on a pillow of silk and they
bathe me daily in certified milk"
"Cheer up", said the Tom cat with a smile,
"And trust your new-found friend for awhile.
"You need to escape through the back-yard fence.
What you need my dear is EXPERIENCE."
New joys of living he then unfurled as he told her tales
of the outside world.
And then with a most alluring laugh, he suggested a trip
down the primrose path.
The morning after the night before, the Persian returned
at the hour of four
The innocent look in her eyes had went, but the smile on
her face was one of content.
And later on, when the kittens came, to the Persian cat
of pedigreed fame,
They were not Persian, but Black and Tan...she told them
their Dad was a travelling man.
-Martin Geraghty, 1936