A/N: I do not own Old Mother Hubbard
Summary: Written from a feline's point of view. Old Mother Hubbard is not sharing and her dog is a fool. -Hiss Hiss
"The Cupboards are Bare"
The smell of burnt coffee flooded the air
But the cupboards are bare
She's lying!
The dog believes her
But he's a gullible fool
She lies
She lies!
I can smell what she's hiding
She wants to keep it for herself
I can smell it on her breath stuck between her teeth at night
While she sleeps and my belly groans
Hiss hiss
She lies!
The dog follows her around the clutter of her treasures
Stopping to sniff every now and then what is mine
He'll pay, hiss hiss!
I mark my corner again and again
Trying to rid it of his foul canine smell
My stomach burning, growling, convincing me I need food more than I need any of them
Hiss Hiss
Tonight I'll shall dine on tender flesh
Tomorrow my belly will be full
And do you know what?
The ignorant dog will still have none!
Hiss Hiss