A Moaner's Lament

A Moaner's Lament

By Bud Lemire on Feb 6, 2003

 

I sing a sad song, every day and every night

Something needs to be done, and I need it done right

Nothing that I touch, seems to satisfy me

Listen to my story, and my kitty cat plea

I yearn so strongly, for another, just outside the front door

He was in here several times, but then I wasn't sure

But now I want him so badly, I can feel the heat

I rub myself bald, because I need some relief

A deep strong feeling, is so hard to endure

When I need another body, all covered in fur

I sing this song, all through the day

And keep on rubbing myself, in every way

Why can't they understand me, and how will they know

I give them many expressions, but are they that slow

They seem to ignore, my Meowy moan

So I raise my voice, and loudly I groan

Nothing seems to be the same, no matter how I rub

I need the real thing, I don't need a sub

Don't show compassion, or pity for me

Just stop this feeling, that's come to be

I climb on the table, I climb on the chair

Because I need attention, and you know where

Please help me, MEOW! I'll make myself clear

I need a creature like me! Right now! Right here!

Our cat Whiskers is in heat.

We need to have her fixed.

Soon....I hope. She's been noisy and bugging all of us.