[NicknamedBob]

"Ol’ Deaf June had a Maine Coon,
and he was tiger striped gray and black.
When she began to get ill,
he kind of short-circuited,
and began to attack her, periodically."

That's a excellent start on a memorable poem. May I suggest:

"Ol’ Deaf June had a Maine Coon,
and he was tiger striped gray and black.
When she took ill, he didn't take it well,
and that's when he'd attack.

When she went on, to her own reward,
the cat went on to the neighbor.
But it wasn't long, as you'll know from the song,
that he followed her path and repaid her.

For a lifetime of loving, and giving out treats,
for a lifetime of being there for him,
he followed his mistress beyond the great veil,
and that's why I wrote down this poem."

Polish it up a little bit, and you'll have a hit country song.

Get Willy Nelson to record it for you, and you can skip all the intermediary steps.

[Tax-chick]

I will take a close look at the scansion, when the muse strikes me, and find an appropriate melody, for which Elen will play the guitar, and we will take the music world by storm.

[NoCmpromiz]

you'll have a hit country song.

I thought for that it needed the obligatory truck..

..or a cheatin' lover..

..or a hounddog..

..or something similar..

But I guess a Maine Coon will suffice.

'n they can be right purty too.

[Monkey Face]

Ya done good on the poem, Bob, as always! Thanks.

Willy Nelson sucks rotten eggs. I never liked his singing because, and I have renamed him accordingly, he is too nasal. No one had ever heard of him until Jimmeh Cahteh invited him to the peanut farm at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

So he has been, and always will be, Willie Nasal to me.