Upon the bench I curl and lightly graze
As all the furs do mingle on the pier;
And though good food is why this cat is here,
This stunning sight to me it does amaze.
He waddles with a calm lighthearted mood
With food from hand to snout he’s gladly chewed;
His jiggling fat beneath his shirt does ooze –
Which makes my feline mind so very lewd.
To my locale his hooves arrive with might –
His huge pig body being bigger still;
It’s clear he has of food not had his fill.
His look of hunger makes my heart take flight.
I think I might just purr and circle him.
I wonder what can fill pigs to the brim.