This time Mr.A.Cat has left a late-night v-mail to coerce me into typing out this short verse specially for those who watch Washington with horror as does he.
And Mr.A wishes to send a hearty meow-meow to his new friends, Aloysius, an honorable cat-poet of merit who slinks about and snoozes daily upon Catymology...and to the excellently muffed Merlin, who knows all about Bad Kitty Cats as well he should:
When lims take a turn for political
and Washington's so hypocritical
the wealthy and shrill
are looting our till
like bugs on a grill parasitical.
(who knows them all too well--jc)