The Stroke


1997

When our cat goes outdoors
Then manages to catch a bird,
It’ll play with that so called food
And such a ruckus can be heard.

My wife would be pretty upset
With her purrin’ little cat,
If she thought for a minute
Her kitten acted such as that.

I trailed some feathers once
Into a giant azalea bush.
I could hear that stupid cat
With this bird a-breakin’ hush.

So I grabbed my handy golf club,
The one I use to put across the lawn.
That’s when paranoia started settin’ in
And I spied my neighbor Ron.

On his face was this disgusted look,
As I gave thar bush another poke.
And as the cat let go of that bird,
Ron hollered out, “Jus’ take the stroke!”

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