One day Rastar, bored to tears, snapped,
And savaged his old enemy Al Qaeda,
The insensitive, resident, in house, terrorist cat.
Narrowly missing the conifer spread,
Rastar dorniered in on his target
And cruelly struck it beastly dead.
Eyeing the throbbing mass, Rastar took it apart,
Gorged on blood, but delayed no longer
For there was some serious business to start,
Ripping apart the whimpering soul
And binding what remained with alien DNA
With the breath of life, he took complete control,
Heavily armed, the transmogrified mog
Roared through the undergrowth,
An airborne strike primed to begin
Rastar’s plan to destroy its feline kith and kin.
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