Chance Furlong feels a fire kindled in his heart
Where Cupid pierced his golden
dart.
His deepest desire he wants to
express,
For the cute depudee in the little
pink dress.
He says, "For you, my hopes take
high flight.
Baby, allow me to take you out
tonight."
She says, "You're so polite,
you fond lover boy.
But that poor little orange kitty
seems so coy."
Jake Clawson squirms in his happy
fears.
While Chance's eyes are drowned
in tears.
Callie takes Jake by his quivering
hand.
"Why not me?" Chance just can't
understand.
"Felina may be your best cure.
Her feelings for you already endure."
She wants to ask Chance out on
a date.
She hopes her affections aren't
too late.
"Alright," was Chance's only answer.
That one word was quite enough
for her.
By David Noble