Little wet mouse, lost in the forest,
The ginger cat will save you.
His shiny teeth sparkle “Here let me help you.”
His purry throat murmurs “Most men are intimidated
By your [fill in the blank].”
Grins like a Cheshire: “I’m so full already.”
But one day, you too will be used up and empty.
This ode be your ticket. Me heart be your fare.
I hope ye don’t be holding yer breath,
because his ego is always starving to death.