Lady & The Tramp

She was finesse

He was a mess

She lived perfection

He hadn't direction

She had few friends,

But none to hold.

He lived alone,

Out in the cold.

When their paths met

All could wage a bet

Sparks would flare

T'was love in the air

3 girls none to doff1

With their mother's fur so soft

And a young pup named scamp

Their lives no longer damp

No need to vamp2

No, not Lady & The Tramp