Word on the street is there's a cat with pizazz
He weighs twenty pounds and he's got a fat ass
Born with the name Princess, but he ain't polite
Catch him on the streets and you gonna catch a fight
He loves to give out headbutts
Ugh, ugh, ugh!
Unless you are a person
Then he'll only show you love
Keep him indoors and he'll only wanna hang
But three hours on the streets and he started a gang
He found two other kitties that were lookin sorta rough
Then they started following him as their main street tuff
They lived under a car
But PP would take them far
Away from all their troubles
Yes, his chins, they sat in doubles
PP was a leader and a very damn good eater
His fur was like a heater; his rear end was a ten-seater
He'll make you a believer; so hot he'll give you a fever
He wasn't no bee-eater and he never was a cheater
He's PP and he's won us all!
He's PP, please respect the paw!
That's P to the P, not a she. Took a pee
On the loveseat
But you love him anyway
Turning all the male cats gay
He's our boy
Such a toy
You know you wanna join
PP's gang!
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Writing Journal 2021
Short StoryThis ain't fanfiction or a story or nothing. I just want somewhere convenient to store some writing prompts I wanted to do since I miss writing.
