Old Joke

 

You've heard the one about the cat that ate ExLax.
Our friend Felix soon wished to be tres gatos:
one to shit, uno mas to cover, and himself
left free to search new ground.

Three amigos, brother cats even. And
all gainfully employed. Even beaten up
by a hard day on the sandbox,
Felix et freres could buck each other up,
strut a fence and howl at the moon or queens.

Which is how the story grew moss, the moss
grew shadows, and the whole tale lengthened
into legend. Felix. His brave brothers.
Adversity overcome and lady cats
in the whole shat dug and covered district
shown a good time.

  — Scott Murphy