poop-a-palooza
In a quaint suburban yard, so neat and trim,
Resides a troop of chihuahuas, petite and prim.
Yet chaos lurks in this tranquil scene,
Brought on by feral cats, both sly and keen.
The neighbor’s cats form a motley crew,
With tabbies, calicos, and a black cat too.
They wander in from dawn until dusk,
Pursuing birds with their feline musk.
They strut and prance with feline pride,
While chihuahuas bark from far and wide.
In the garden, they claim their throne—
A throne of compost, oh how they’ve grown!
Poop-a-palooza is the daily delight;
In the flowerbeds, they take their flights.
Chihuahuas yip in a feisty choir,
Chasing the cats from their bird empire.
Amid this ruckus and furry fight,
A battle brews from day until night.
Yet through the chaos, one can see,
The comedy of this cat-and-dog spree.
So as the cats parade with flair,
And chihuahuas guard their lair,
Let’s toast to life’s little quarrels and plights,
In the yard of endless, whimsical nights.
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