I met the coolest cat in town
handsome, sweater loving boy
a series of cascaded wrinkles, a gray bodied gown

his sweet self; a joy to behold
sleeping under my arm never grows old
he pranced around, ruling the roost
he loves me the most

his carefree self can never be reproduced
his persona, I love the most

Smithertons loves his Blue Buffalo food
his screaming voice at night
bath time, he destested being shampooed
sometimes, both sent me into a fright

his mystical charisma and charm
Mr. Smith was hard of hearing
He was so innocent, he meant no harm
He screamed so loudly, is it ever so endearing