Seasoning, my kitty cat, His big bellies round. Seasoning, my kitty cat, His head is underground. He loves to fight his sister, and drink from the tap, to my scars he is an assister, then on my bed he will nap. He is also known as Beebo, Mike Tyson, and more. When I'm sad, I grieve, oh, he will just be bore. He eats the microscopic little creatures off the floor. A leech off anthropics, he always wants more. Seasoning, my kitty cat, I don't ask for much. Seasoning, my kitty cat, I fear we're losing touch. Seasoning, my kitty cat, All I want is respect. Seasoning, my kitty cat, I don't want us wrecked. Seasoning, my kitty cat, You need to be kind too. Seasoning, my kitty cat, Then I can love you.
This is a joke is it wasn't clear. I just made this because pibot made a single comment about a poetry contest and I live and die for doing random things. Font on the thumbnail from cooltext as always.
