Oh! Sweet and rapt’rous Chloe!
I sing in praise which gloe!
For you alone, and not by chance
Have rid this house of habitants
Which threatened our existence.
Oh Chloe! Sweet of rapture!
You did effect the capture
Of wily rodent in a moment.
I kneel before you, brave proponent
Of infinite persistence.
You, cat, sat on the mat,
And doubtless pondered at
My human failing, urgent wailing,
Vermin climbing up the curtain
While you, feline, supinely certain
Followed your agenda.
A mortal human, I,
Weak in reflex and eye,
Grant you my house and home and hearth
And humble hacienda.
Chloe - Later that evening
Oh cat of foetid mien!
Cause d’effet of vented spleen
With belly fat from indolence
And wretched grin of insolence,
You let the rodent go!
I was assured by David, rapper,
That he had here heuristic trapper;
Yet all we see, the battle fought
of mice is zero, zilch, naught, aught,
Except for gluttinous Chloe.
The space you use we could have populated
With mousetraps had your folks not copulated.
And what a waste of sexual ardour
To make a drain on David’s larder
Depleting every shelf.
The time has come, oh Felix Gros,
To speak out plain, and not verbose
“You have consumed too much too long”
So this the tenor of my song
“Go catch your food yourself!”.