All mimsy were the borogroves…

Shriek the scratch upon my arms through cat tales (tails)
The domesticated discoloration, clarity be your foe
Rake the vermin under the shag
And pardon my whiskers but is that a mouse
Or a feral pheromone (oh moan) lacking practice
Tighten the reflexes winding about the leg
Somewhere there is a lion (lie on) without refute

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