It's the last limerick from last year's mysteriously-delivered mailbags...well, last of one bag of the three. The other bags seem to sprout new ones all the time. Odd.
But this one can't be put off any longer--I know 'cause I tried--but the typing must be done for Lim is yowlin' at me now on behalf of Mr.A.Cat...so here goes:
A kitten in Old Guatemala
to Chavez refuses to holla
while doggin' around
from village to town
one plays lead the other to folla.