My Second Wife’s Cat…

If you want to know what prompted me to write this you can ask me. But it's a long story would be a bit of a give away...

My Second Wife’s Cat…

My Second wife’s cat is a serious cat,
He hunts mice and rats all the day,
My Second wife’s cat is an ornery cat,
I recommend all keep away,

When we married, you knew, as widower I,
My last love had long since passed away,
Now as I die soon, my new wife, I must say
That she still owns my heart to this day

When my previous died, I laid her in a plot,
Where was left a particular spot,
Big enough for all which she deserves,
Thus I ask you with her – please bury my heart

My Second wife’s’ cat is a scheming old cat
No matter whatever you say
My Second wife’s’ cat is a mischievous cat
What will he get up to today?

Once the doctor pronounced, next according to plan,
The coroner carved out my heart,
And before my corpse went to the funeral home,
He trusted my wishes with you

I think not you meant ill,
Maybe doing my will,
When you left my heart close to the door,
Though your thieving old cat,
Proving he’s a true rat
Then he crept in, and did as we all know…

My Second wife’s cat is a thieving old cat
Who stole in and ran off with my heart,
My Second wife’s cat’s a rascal forest cat,
Where he hides my poor heart, to this day,
And my second wife’s cat ‘s a deceitful old cat,
   Damn sure to me,
Whom she still pets and loves to this day