Cedric, our handsome little tuxey boy, inspired this poem by our friend, Cynthia. Thanks so much for penning this wonderful piece. Well done, Cynthia. Well done.
The Secret of Tuxes
You know the old saying, “Don’t mess with tuxes”?
Lend me your ear and I’ll share what the crux is.
But first, I must confess exactly how charming
I am – so much so that some find it alarming.
Why, me in particular? Let me give you the story.
My black coat flashes white blazes of glory.
As if that weren't enough to show I’m genteel,
A soft smoky jacket completes my appeal.
I was born with charisma coming out of my ears
I’m cute, perhaps even more than my peers.
I’m purry, I’m furry, I’m sweet and I’m wacky.
I love a good cuddle -- hope you don't think that's tacky.
I do have a limit – just one, I recall.
Don’t get between me and my sparkly ball.
My reaction could run to both ends of the spectrum
The last guy who did? Well, heck, I wrecked him.
I’m kidding, you see – just a harmless josh
Someone tells you elsewise, well, that’s hogwash.
Because the thing is with tuxes, and this is the word
Is that tuxes are so lovey it’s almost absurd.