He's A Big Old Tom

He's a big old Tom, with the drooping eye, Watching the birds as they gently fly. Laying in the sun, that ole lazy cat, He is solid muscle, not an ounce of fat. He's a big old Tom, with the tattered ears, Nothing makes him move, there's nothing he fears. Missing fur and scars, from a million fights, Though badges of honor, lord he is a sight. He's a big old Tom, Ramses is his name, An appropriate handle, for one of his fame. But he doesn't listen, and he doesn't care, And any feline intruders, better just beware. 1/26/12 Alton Texas