Tom Cat

Here’s a little story about a cat; That damn cat wouldn’t stand for chat, That damn cat knew where its at

Now that there fee Was awfully… When a young Tom Cat climbed up her tree; This Tom Cat had style and grace This Tom Cat had a face to chase

This young skit Knew how to git EevvErythang From stit to bit

Now that old sow, we called cat ace She sat in tree, called it her place And every time Tom slid Sow Cat itched to have his kid; Sow Cat purred and Sow Cat co0, Jimmy cracked corn as Tom Cat flew

And just by chance he peeped her prance And Sow Cat did a mean ‘ole dance

Now Tom Cat jived and Tom Cat Jigged But this ‘Ole Sow… Had Tom Cat rigged

And So he stammered and then Tom strum And mad the Sow put feet to drum

Tom played well that game of his Till one day Tom’s Jive turned to jiz And Sow Cat made her wishes his

Now that’s not bad if two for two The each played tunes that Co0 Cats do

But just like the monkey, that Tom Cat wore, That damn core thought was true for sure

The game was old, like cop and blow… Chase a Tom, Catch a Tom, Let…Him…Go…

Still Tom was slick Mo’ den a bit He knew his name to scheme don’t fit So Tom Cat layed and Tom Cat curled Cause Mista Line knew its a Tom Cat’s world

Early morn as Sow Strut cocked Tom Cat kicked the Jive…Pulled frock And said, “Just how slick you be? Try to make a fool of me

You tried to lay the law down hard Was almost there, all but a yard You snuck a Ace, three Jokes to start While I played ‘lil ‘ole Jack of Hearts

You cut the cards and cheated, yet You double dealt to insure wreck, French cuts and calls of Nig on check But still there’s one thing you forget Lil ‘ole Tom had brought the deck

No matter how, who what or why, Ya can’t beat the deck my dough did buy

Set all up from get to go So… No matter the throw Tom’s in the know

You cheated with rules I wrote myself Doubled up on Hell and thought it wealth

Now Game is called – by me Tom Cat.” He spat the chat, then turned to skat

And said, “One final thing, should see, Ya tree ain’t tumble weed to me. Come morn this ‘ole thing hits the ground… The Man a have it chopped and bound, And that ‘ole Dog will love the sound… Cuz he just came home from Famine Pound”