My big fat cat,
All cream and white and fluffy,
Rolls over on his back
Exposing his beguiling underbelly
As though it might be rubbed.
He looks so mellow,
Eyes half-closed, tail barely twitching,
Picturing sweetest dreamland
As well as any mattress ad.
But don’t be fooled, don’t risk
The slightest move
To stroke this fellow,
For what you see
Is but a lure, a joke,
Cleverly presented
To attract your tender flesh
Close enough to snag.
And he’s bagged me
Twice already
This afternoon, the brat!
