Sullen Cat

I heard this tale of long ago,

About a Cat from Idaho,

So miserable was this pet,

And in its way so firmly set,

So nothing that its owner tried,

Could cheer this baleful old feline,

And so one day in sunny June,

It's owner stirred it with a broom,

Hoping that some cheery mew,

Or playful purr just might ensue,

Alas this melancholic puss,

Ignored its owners jovial fuss,

And with an angry cursing spit,

It threw a vicious hissy-fit,

It's owner gasped at such affront,

And said "You're such a sullen cunt!"

But pardon me that's what he said,

Then locked his moggie in his shed,

And promptly called his parish priest,

To exorcise his vicious beast,

The priest was most concerned about,

His parish lest the news got out,

That someone's cat was so possessed,

He quickly donned his holy vest,

And drove as quickly as he could,

To sort our haunted cat out good,

The cat however couldn't care,

'Twas fast asleep just lying there,

It woke up quickly with a hiss,

To be roused from its dreamy bliss,

And feeling sorely put upon,

Did launch itself at Father John,

With all the venom it could muster,

It seized the Padre by his cloister,

Our dearest Father howled in pain,

As sullen cat did scratch again,

The padre took off down the street,

The cat gave chase and gnawed his feet,

And so it surely came to pass,

That Father John while at his Mass,

Did look so ashen and in pain,

The cat was never seen again.