Anne-Jan van der Voo loved her cat a little too much, and he just couldn't live with it.
Anne-Jane van der Voo
By Philippe McMurdo
Anne-Jan van der Voo loved her cat completely;
She doted on him, fed him full and bathed him well twice weekly.
The cat in time came to resent the keen and pamp'ring lady;
No feline of sound moggy-mind likes baths, 'cause that's just crazy.
Anne-Jan van der Voo drove the cat to rue;
Another bath, another squeeze, he'd run his lady through.
Still Anne pursued her cat with unremitting affection,
'Til one-day she disappeared - no trace and no detection.
Anne-Jan van der Voo - where she'd gone nobody knew,
Except the cat who'd done-her-in down alley by light of moon.
The case was closed and that was that; no police lights red or blue,
They say to this day that was the last of Anne-Jan van der Voo.