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Gone For The Chop

Poor kits Bruce and P-caff

They'll never be the same

Now that they are forced to wear

The collars labelled shame

They went to vet's unwary

With all their bits in place

But came home with some missing -

'Twas needed just in case

These two should meet a lady cat

Behind their garden gate

And follow natural urges

And her then impregnate

Their owners do love kittens

Each antic they adore

But yet despite such pleasure

They don't want any more.

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