So what to do without an end

No waggy thing of sinuous bend

Maybe a prosthetic I shall have to invest

Because of my overwhelming need to ingest

My tail that day oh silly me

To get in this state I should never be

So where and what and who shall I go

What material is preferable to be just so

For to look false can not be that great

So a true to life bearing is a must to not look fake

Then maybe I can hold my head high

And my tail in turn as I saunter by

On this new path I shall endeavour to proceed

And forget all about my past appetite greed

A new tail, a new tail, I'll look for a tail

Wherever and whenever there shall be one for sale

Cat Saga Part I - A Cat's Lament
Cat Saga Part II - A Tale Less Tail

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