On this blessed morning I thought I saw Reverend Maurice.
He had a creature with him that was clearly not at peace.
When that demon cried out, I thought my bowels would drop.
He hauled it from the temple and then to the beauty shop.

What he did in the beauty shop, I wish I did not know.
When they emerged it seemed as if the thing was all aglow.
The fore limbs were still wrong, knobby knee and meaty paw.
The face now clearly feline, I thought she flashed me a claw.

What was this horrid creature, made up now with lipstick and with lace.
Why was he taking her to his sheltered thinking drinking place.
They seemed to take their time there. They both seemed to have fun.
They pranced about the meadow. They danced under the warm sun.

When it was done I thought I might be going quite insane.
What happened made no sense and folks thought my tale quite inane.
But I know what happened on that feverish dark night.
Halloween demons stole my darling and brought forth this blight.