On your tiptoes, almost can see
That crazy feline has left me.
What’s Tom doing, climbing that tree?
She’ll be sorry, she’ll be sorry.
Such a show-off, Tom thinks he’s hot
Continuous attention sought
Can’t she see his ignorant plot?
It’s about me, It’s about me.
She’s gonna miss me when I’m gone,
She’ll miss my paw pad spawn,
My red dot intellect and brawn,
Outta here, Juan; Outta here, Juan.
This was my first time at a monotetra poem.