Welcome to the ceaseless torture of adulthood! We're glad you made it!
home | index by time | index by subject
previous let the piper lead the way next 

gracella, you puddin' pie
march 01, 2003

Her name is Gracella
She’s made of Vanilla
And very dark chocolate
And all that is sweet.

And she is the belle
Of the ball of the cellar,
‘Cause all the cats tell her
They think she is neat.

My lovely Gracella,
I’m one lucky fella,
You’ve made such a swell
Little cat. We’re complete!

And you know the smell
Of a mouse. You’re a hell
Of a mouser. You’re fast,
And you’re light on your feet!

Gracella, you puddin’ pie!
Let’s give a rat a try!
Let’s start a habit, I
Know you can do it!

Gracella, why can’t I
Be more like a cat?
Wait, that isn’t a rat,
That’s my wrist that you’re chewing.

Eighty five billion cat owners cannot be wrong!
You’ve made me so mellow, I wrote you this song!

Note: More about Gracie...

previous let the piper lead the way next
index by time let the piper lead the way index by subject
marel trout let the piper lead the way the ceaseless torture of adulthood let the piper lead the way you are here