This poem was forwarded to me. I've heard several people joke about this and I am dumbfounded as to how this stereotype got started. I've lived in China and have traveled extensively through that country and I have never ever seen or heard anyone eating cats! Obviously, I am still alive and have not been eaten yet! These stereotypes are so annoying.
Cat's In The Kettle
Did you ever think when you eat Chinese
It ain't pork or chicken but a fat Siamese?
Yet the food tastes great so you don't complain
But that's not chicken in your chicken chow mien
Seems to me I ordered sweet and sour pork
But Garfield's on my fork
He's purrin' here on my fork
There's a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
The place that I eat every day at noon
They can feed you cat and you'll never know
Once they wrap it up in dough boys
They fry it real crisp in dough.
Chow Lin asked if I wanted more
As he was dialin' up his buddy at the old pet store
I said 'Not today, I lost my appetite'
There's two cats in my belly and they want to fight.
I was suckin on a roll-aid and a tums or two
When I swear I heard it mew boy
And that is when I knew
There's a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
I think I gotta stop eating there at noon
They say that it's beef or fish or pork
But it's purrin there on my fork
There's a hair ball on my fork
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