Smoke on the water a cool tune
smoke gets in your eyes another beauty too,
smoking is bad for you we all knew,
but no one saw this coming….
unless you own a cat of course.
whats mine is yours
what’s a little cat hair
Up on the table
the bucket sits empty
waiting to be filled
with Mondays work day lunch,
what do our wondering eyes do appear?
But a smoke in the box
curled up so dear.
Were you searching for mice,
or a chipmunk perhaps?
Tired of hunting curled up in there
a morning siesta for huntress Smokey,
Pa’s lunchbox a perfect lair,
but now you’ve found me sleeping there,
so outside she goes to places unknown,
perhaps the beer cooler or recycle bin,
you’ll never know the places she’s been,
smokey the wandering cat of mystery.