Ode To Simon’s Drinking Problem

It’s clear dear cat you’ve had a water drink

For it hangs thick and low from your thin chin

As a large drop through which light rays glisten

Then a flicker of your tongue’s tip quite pink

Comes with a sway of your tail, its kink

So noticed like that water drop again

(And you without a little silk napkin)

Your habit’s one endearingly distinct.

Plus your drinking problem leaves us no stink

Like old food stuff or hard liquor like gin

And into a bad thing you didn’t sink

You’ve committed naught resembling a sin

Habits can still be dropped in an eye’s blink

While having you near’s my mind’s medicine.

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