One touch to my plastic skin
and little silver kitty-cat digs right in;
his real, intended purpose
is to rid the house of pests,
the truth is that inside my skin
is where he fits the best.
I call little silver kitty-cat,
out of his box he creeps.
I beg, "little silver kitty-cat,
cut my skin, again, so deep."
And little silver kitty-cat
delighted in his cause,
jumps right up and bites straight in
with silver rasor jaws.
Little silver kitty-cat
smooth and cold from end to end
for a carving, sinking moment
is my favourite silver friend. |