Tuesday, May 15, 2007
In memory of Ramona the Pest
Ramona, Ramona, my pungent Ramona,
You made such a mess of my place
You came runnin' when called,
You were sheddin' spots bald,
You hadn't a lick of grace.
Ramona, Ramona, dimwitted Ramona,
You had such a vacant stare,
You weren't like a cat,
More like a dingbat,
With severe lack of savoir-faire.
Ramona, Ramona, my filthy Ramona,
Your paws were covered in litter,
You had mites in your ears,
Sometimes left souvenirs,
Twas hard to get you a sitter.
Ramona, Ramona, my hungry Ramona,
You loved nothing more than food,
You'd scavenge and hunt,
You'd snort and you'd grunt,
And pay no attention when shooed.
Ramona, Ramona, my sickly Ramona,
You had a persistent cold,
You sneezed and you wheezed,
But still seemed so pleased,
Lapping your snot like gold.
Ramona, Ramona, my sweetheart Ramona,
You were the nicest cat around,
You were never unhappy,
Just a bit scrappy,
I'm glad it was you that I found.
Ramona, Ramona, my dear, late Ramona,
You've lots of treats in store,
Milk, sausage, and cheese,
Whatever you please,
Pizza and turkey galore!
So, Ramona, Ramona, my pesty Ramona,
You caused me a great deal of grief,
I'll never forget you,
But I'll try not to stay blue,
Instead I'll say "what a relief!"