We brought home a kitty cat, his name they said was Ghuey.
lazier than a hound dog and n'er the worry.
Somehow Ghuey's got baby's momma wrapped deep in his spell.
Ghuey won't be faring around here so well.
She bought a screened in baby's stroller,
for him to lay down flat.
I'm the one with the wheels around here
imagine that?
So, I picked up momma's precious
And I drove him to the turnaround.
I tossed boy genius in the bushes
gunning my accelerator down.
Don't you know,
he's charmed a farmer's wife
keeps him stocked in fresh catch
and boiled chickens.
There and thus I passed the torch
To another more deserving of serving
the domestic disaster
by the name of Master
Ghuey Charles Dickens.
Gary Bercu
Buddy Bee Anthony
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/master-ghuey-charles-dickens/