The MOAB thread was winding on,
Winding with all Her charm
She did her very best to make
The catters free from harm--
And this was odd, because it was
a cyber funny farm.

Rapaire was shining sulkily,
Because he thought his brudder
Had got no business to be there
brown nosing up da Mudder
'It's very rude of her.' he said,
'To flaunt her mega udder!'

The thread was long as long could be,
The comments dry as dry.
You could not understand a bit
no matter how you try
For Amos, Rustic and the rest--
were raving by and by.

Now Chongo Chimp and and Little Hawk
Watched all the panorama
They drooled like anything to see
Such Shatneristic drama
'The problems of the Universe
are solved with one banana.'

'If seven men with seven blades
Shaved for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Catter said,
'That they could grow a beard?'
'l doubt it,' said the albatross,
because he couldn't hear.

'The time has come,' the Mother said,
'To talk of many things:
Of earth shoes -- Guam-- and groundhog traps--
Of cribbages -- and Rings --
And why Iraq is boiling hot --
And whether pigs can sing.'

'But wait a bit,' the Catters cried,
Come join us in the chat;
For all of us are out of breath,
And some of us are fat!'
'No hurry!' said the MOAB and
They thanked her much for that.

'It seems a shame,' the Mother said,
'To play them such a trick.
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
and jennyO said nothing but
'The butter's spread too thick!'

'I weep for you,'the MOAB said:
'I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears she sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding her mustard sauce and dill
Before her streaming eyes.

The MOAB showed her Catters,to
her son, whose name was Vlad
He licked his lips seductively
They realised they'd been had --
Their thread was his digestive track
and Vlad, the cad, was mad.

for ten long years they argued on
debating gin and tonic
in Vlad's entwining serpentining
gizzard, quite moronic
until the day he paid his dues
and had a full colonic.

The MOAB smiled as out they gushed,
like feathers on a river
The Mother watched them hurtling past
and felt a little quiver
And this was odd, because it was
just so much cyber blither..

Wall Wuss Anne. D. Carpenter