Night was prime when the dark gray tabby
Climbed on the steep, old roof of the abbey
He was drunk and tipsy and his coat looked shabby
He smoothed his ruffled fur on his belly that was flabby
Moon shone softly on the fluffy white queen
She gleamed like fresh snow with a pearly white sheen
Her green eyes big and wide, peridots on a chain
With her nose in the air she looked at him in vain
“Amore mio” he slurred aloud, in his drunken voice
Blinked and beamed the fluffy queen, she had no other choice
Grinned the tabby with droopy eyes and bowed to the queen who swooned
Hand in hand they sang and danced under the round and milky moon