The Custard Colored Cat

Once upon a time, a custard colored cat,
Feeling a little lazy and looking a little fat,
Thought he’d take a stroll from his cat pinball flat.

He loathed leaving his mattress,
Both hideaway and edible,
Where he’d hide within a deep recess
To stuff himself with stuffing incredible.

Then he purred and began to drool,
Recalling pyrotechnic pool.
With his clawed, asbestos, death grip glove,
He’d pounce on blazing billiard balls from pockets or above.

And then he thought of the dot-o-mobile
That he’d raced to catch a spot.
Though it lost control when it lost a wheel,
That laser dot could still not be caught.

But mostly on the feline’s mind
Was the yummy meal he’d return to find.
Would it be gigantic Goth crunch, one great and gloomy fish flake,
Or a marshmallow mug filled to the brim with coffee croissant cake?

The cautious custard colored cat
Was equipped to roam from home
With his fur-outstanding, Van der Graaf hat,
Macho cryettes and credit comb.

He thought he’d first head into town
To claw a combat mime or clown
Or win a game of human foosball
Or spray a steel drum urinal.

With well-waxed whiskers and fish waist clock,
He started his walk, but got a terrible shock
Before he had walked a city block!

With a boom, roar and swish, the custard colored cat
Was ejected from the premises by his cat ejection pack.
As he flew above the clouds, swatting bats and a flying rat,
He dreamed of the donut black hole snack he’d get, if ever he got back