Vanity

My black cat dressed in a fine suit of fur would chase no rat just sit and purr

Grooming all day he had no desire to play, with being dapper he did concur

My dog enamored by him, made advances by licking his lower limb

Feeling bedeviled his hair now disheveled, the romance now looked grim

After weeks of such an advance the proud cat lost his pants

Naked below, anxiety did show lack of a covering that God grants

He took residence on top of the fridge, an abode without a bridge

Rapunzel let down your hair met with a stare neither would move a smidge

So with a great deal of remorse, moving had become his only recourse

No bag to pack but the fur on his back, he left this amorous race course

He found a place down the street, without romance so sweet

With pants on again, like other men when he sees the dog he sounds retreat