When Taffy was my cat
He never got that fat:
He always a bag of bones,
Yeah, Taffy was my cat.
We lived aside a swamp,
In not a lot of pomp,
So I collected shells and stones,
I mean — it was a swamp.
They taught me to be good,
But I left when I could:
I headed for some cooler zones,
Outside our swampy-hood —
Then Taffy up and died.
I sat alone, and cried.
He’d gone to live with Davy Jones,
Off on the other side —
I sometimes sit a song,
And think out loud, “He’s gone,
But all he missed was ‘Game of Thrones’
In not living this long.”
When Taffy was my cat
He never got that fat:
He always a bag of bones,
And that, my friend,
Is that
Meow
Did you just meow at me?
purr…