A Tale Of Tails

Divine ears proving to be keener
than they could envision,
for he had been an evangelist
who preached the Puritan life,
but lived as a hound dog,
sleeping with every gal,
that bought is howling sermons.

She earned a living as a fake psychic
claiming to be empowered to see the future
by an Indian Spirit guide,
purring with false visions
when customers stroked her with their gold.

Oh the two fought over souls to plunder
as proverbial cats and dogs.
Then that eternal animal control catcher
snared them in the midst of their prowling.

Now they’re stuck in a karma purgatory
until they learn their lesson
and every day is Thanksgiving
so they will be forced to truly accept each other
being grateful instead of greedy.

His penance is to have a bad case of judgment fleas
while she is must learn to love
the taste of brimstone cat nip.

Only consolation for either
is not being lawyers or politicians
who get to be the turkeys.