This Old Hat

This old hat
It played none
It was full of holes
And I couldn't find one

The hole
Inside the whole
Of the whole
Of this old hat

I took it off
I twirled it around
It seemed empty indeed
But then I heard a sound

It was mewing and meowing
It was hissing and swishing
It had eyes that glowed at me
It jumped forth with furious glee

It appears that there is a cat
In this old hat

It ran off with the hat
And I tried gamely to follow
As it bobbed and weaved
All through the hollow
Then it stopped and exclaimed
"Mega meow"

It all had a definite Seussian wallow

And I let it carry me onward
Though the premise was hard to swallow
Past exhibits of Sneetches
Dining divinely on leeches
Using silver cutlery
Polished to a sheen
By the resident butlery
And all in the middle of it
Was the source and the fuse of it

That old mangy cat
In the old holey hat

I wouldn't stand for this
This just wouldn't do
I'd have that hat back
Before I was through
I'll say it again
But trimmed up for time

This
Do
Back
Through

The cat became wary at that
He could tell I was so serious
As I was sporting my Joker mask
And as I moved in he became quite furious

That cat would not willingly give up that hat

So I called upon the cat's antithesis
A dog nicknamed Genesis
Named such because it had layed down
Just like the lamb
Upon Broadway

The dog charged the cat
Who now took shelter in the hat
But alas it was no shield
There was naught to do but yield
For as the pair came together
A flash in the pan signaled the end forever

All that was leftover
Was the old hat
Now more full of holes than ever
Perched jauntily on my head
And me looking oh so clever