THE SUPERBOWL SCRAMBLE OF ALLIE THE CAT

Come closer my friends and let me retell
the time that our cat fled, like a bat out of Hell
to escape the now famous roof-fall in the den
‘cause she thought that her life had come to an end
It was Superbowl Sunday in the year ‘aught 3
She was reclining in the basement, with my wife and me
awaiting the opening kickoff of the game
curled up and dozing, all docile and tame
I had just finished eating a bowl full of beans
curled up with my honey in front of the screen
when the ceiling above us started it’s quaking
acoustical tiles were sagging and breaking
the cat went rigid, with all sensors on red
looking left, then right, then over her head
when in such a panic, and in such a fright
she immediately decided to exit.... stage right.
Her front paws were spinning, in absence of claws
her back feet were buzzing like Poulan chain saws
I caught just a glimpse, a quick moving blur
a squeal of sheer terror and flash of black fur
she flew from the room with her heart all affright
and refused to return the rest of the night