WANDERINGS OF A TOMCAT
By ANTHONY GULOTTA
I wandered like a poor lost soul
along the New York city street.
I stopped each stranger passing by,
and asked, 'Where is my Kitty sweet?'
I sniffed the cars, beneath the trees,
while factory fumes caused me to sneeze.
She left me at the Wall street stop
I think it was four weeks ago.
I trailed her, but there was a cop
who chased me wildly to and fro.
I hid up high on window sills,
recalling joys of vales and hills.
I wandered all about the town
from Times Square to the Bowery,
where I learned she had "fooled around" -
'that cheap flirtatious debauchee!'
Who needs her? I've a swell new dish,
a curvy gal named Trashy Tish.
We cuddle closely every day.
And though I'm in a happy mood,
I'm worn out! Trashy loves to play!
Oh, how I long for solitude,
to drowse and dream in vales, on hills,
away from Trashy's tasteless thrills.