Tom Cat

Here's a little story about a cat;

That damn cat wouldn't stand for chat,

That damn cat knew where its at

Now that there fee

Was awfully...

When a young Tom Cat climbed up her tree;

This Tom Cat had style and grace

This Tom Cat had a face to chase

This young skit

Knew how to git

EevvErythang

From stit to bitCat slid

Now that old sow, we called cat ace

She sat in tree, called it her place

And every time Tom slid

Sow Cat itched to have his kid;

Sow Cat purred and Sow Cat co0,

Jimmy cracked corn as Tom Cat flew

And just by chance he peeped her prance

And Sow Cat did a mean 'ole dance

Now Tom Cat jived and Tom Cat Jigged

But this 'Ole Sow...

Had Tom Cat rigged

And So he stammered and then Tom strum

And mad the Sow put feet to drum

Tom played well that game of his

Till one day Tom's Jive turned to jiz

And Sow Cat made her wishes his

Now that's not bad if two for two

The each played tunes that Co0 Cats do

But just like the monkey, that Tom Cat wore,

That damn core thought was true for sure

The game was old, like cop and blow...

Chase a Tom, Catch a Tom, Let...Him...Go...

Still Tom was slick

Mo' den a bit

He knew his name to scheme don't fit

So Tom Cat layed and Tom Cat curled

Cause Mista Line knew its a Tom Cat's world

Early morn as Sow Strut cocked

Tom Cat kicked the Jive...Pulled frock

And said, "Just how slick you be?

Try to make a fool of me

You tried to lay the law down hard

Was almost there, all but a yard

You snuck a Ace, three Jokes to start

While I played 'lil 'ole Jack of Hearts

You cut the cards and cheated, yet

You double dealt to insure wreck,

French cuts and calls of Nig on check

But still there's one thing you forget

Lil 'ole Tom had brought the deck

No matter how, who what or wy,

Ya can't beat the deck my dough did buy

Set all up from get to go

So...

No matter the throw

Tom's in the know

You cheated with rules I wrote myself

Doubled up on Hell and thought it wealth

Now Game is called -- by me Tom Cat."

He spat the chat, then turned to skat

And said, "One final thing, should see,

Ya tree ain't tumble weed to me.

Come morn this 'ole thing hits the ground...

The Man a have it chopped and bound,

And that 'ole Dog will love the sound...

Cuz he just came home from Famine Pound"