On a road called Rickles
was a cat who tickles
his nose on the catnip.
The cat's name was Pickles.
He was gray as nickels,
except for his tail's tip.
His mood was quite fickle
while hearing the trickle
of faucet water drip.
His claws were like sickles
and as sharp as prickles
when a mouse was in grip.
He scanned all his kingdom
and returned to his chum
after his daily trip.
The teenage girl with gum
would then offer him some
tuna and salmon strips.
Then one day, he went numb.
He could not overcome
arthritis in his hips.
The girl ran to his aid.
She was always his maid.
He left his dictatorship.
No more was Pickles
to reign over Rickles,
and the girl's heart was ripped.
The End