tommy the cat is my name and I say unto thee...

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I remember as it were a meal ago

Said tommy the cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter
May have nestled it’s way into his mighty throat. many a fat alley rat
Had met it’s demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel
Of this awesome prowling machine. truly a wonder of nature this urban
Predator. tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare
Occasion such as this that he did.

She came slidin’ down the alleyway like butter drippin’ off a hot
Biscuit. the aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in
Even the oldest of tigers that hung around the hot spot in those
Days. the sight was beyond belief. many a head snapped for double,
Even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the
Delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were
Known to hang out. they hung in droves. such a multitude of
Masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was
O’malley’s alley. the air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended)
But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into
The heart of the alley. she knew what she wanted. she was lookin’
For that stud bull, the he cat. and that was me. tommy the cat is my
Name and I say unto thee...

Say baby do you wanna lay down by me?

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1. When I grow up I want to be...

When he was young you’d not find him doing well in school
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer’s daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says "John that's not the way life’s supposed to be.
Don’t you see the life that you're missing?"

And he says...
"When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman!"

Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark may morning...
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn’t see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh! the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in, it started raining.
The starboard bow!
Oh my God we’re going down!
The do not hear his frantic mayday.

And he says...
"When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman!
I’ll live and die a fisherman!"

Calling John the Fisherman!