By the Jellicle One

Attention, people! Listen close
To me, your ever-faithful host
As I lay proof before your eyes
Of one who's become Gruberized!

A gal who's caught the Gruberflu
Is nothing more that Grubergoo
When listening to that gorgeous voice!
The infected has no choice
But to listen to repeated playing
Of "Follies" and "Singin' in the Rain"
To satisfy her urgent need
She buys "Cats" on DVD
And watches eighty thousand times
His portrayal of the grey feline.
Rewinding and rewinding part
Where spandex makes the victim's heart
Go wild,and she forms a pool
Upon the floor of Gruberdrool.
Squishy here, and squishy there,
The Grubergal is well aware
Of how gooey she's become.
A cure? So far, there isn't one,
Except to talk to Dr. Freud
Or Dr. Ruth, both well employed
As Grubertherapeutic docs.
They'll give advice around the clock!

If you've ever had a Gruberdream
With one grey cat you cannot see,
But only feel his fluffy fur,
And in your ear his warming purr,
Which makes you squishy with delight
And warms you on a chilly night,
Then perhaps you've caught the bug
Of Grubercharm and Gruberlove.
They, by rights, you can ascend
To call yourself a Gruberfriend.