The Cat
He’ll kill me; I know it, the bastard,
My corpse covered with black hair and cat's turd.
Sneaking about,
Causing nary a shout;
Of crime this feline’s a true mastard.
Since a kitten, poor Jesse was cursed,
He was born, and the old vet rehearsed;
This beast bears the mark of the devil, you see!
You can’t do a thing; he’ll grow up to be
The scourge of the whole universe.
His childhood bode naught but ill,
Down his maw passed both feather and gill.
From the shade he’d pounce out,
In his mouth they’d thrash ‘bout,
‘Till their bodies lay perfectly still.
Mean Jesse grew hungry for power;
The school kids he’d scare with a glower!
His master he’d kill,
Then toss in the mill,
To dance in a scarlet red shower.
I knew that the bastard would kill me!
He thinks he's home free, but he’ll see;
A mage cast a spell;
Now I've come back from hell
And now I'm a bloodthirsty zombie!