I once had a kitty called Whiskers,
Who I'd hug and play with each day-
She would bound and leap and jump
and run, and be happy and generally gay.

But one day she found herself amist
the wheels of an oncoming truck.
She may have had the fuzziest face,
But she never had much luck.

It was no lie, her end was nigh,
She knew she would soon be dead.
And there sat I; laughter in my eye,
As I backed up over her head.

The end.
( Naive Amoeba Bored Cig, Fri 12 Aug 2005, 0:41, Reply)