synths and cats

Moggies on moogs

Kitties on Korgs

Scratching claws across sliders

Paws on keyboards

TB 303s tabbies

Raving it up

British Short Hairs

On Behringers

Tweaking Res and cutt off

Playing M1s and Oberheims

Squelching and growling

Siamese on Sequential Circuits

Yamaha's yowling

Rexs from Cornwall

and rexs from Devon

Tinkling E Pianos

Sat atop DX7s

Pussies on Prophets

Gingers on Jen's

Cs80 Maine Coons

Tom Cats on Pitch bends

Clavia Nord

Roland and Novation

Ensoniq, Kawaii quacking

Catty clicking notation

In 1981

Dave Smith gave us MIDI

Near eastern wildcat

Prophet of polyphony

Now felis catus

Are all over the world

Splaying out over keybeds

Like cables unfurled

Stretching Abyssinians

Playing Jean Meaow Jarre

Bengal Brian Enos

Sphinxs beeping Vince Clarke

Random riffs from Black Cats

Sound just like Depeche Mode

Burmese cats switch on Bach

For Wendy Carlos at home

Clockwork Orange tom Tron

Eerie Circona The Shining

Transforming metamorphosis

With what she was designing

Feline frequency mod

Gorgio Moroder

Vangelis, Kraftwerk

Cats tweaking controllers

Hissing feral white noise

Lovely Purring sustain

Fluffy Persian resonance

Manx cut off decay

Teeth like a saw tooth

Arched triangle back

Cat on a hot tin roof

Square wave step down racks

Stalk like a sine wave

Oscillating warm purr

Additive synthipuss

Harmonics with fur

Cleaning faces with paws

ADSR tweaking

Felines and Fairlights

Cats chirping and speaking

In league with nerd Humans

Walk on flats and sharps

Cacophonous Orchestral

Manouvers in the Dark

I love cats and synths

So diverse and eclectic

A tiny mewman tubeway army

Our feline friends electric

Something to stroke

Whilst sat in your lap

A producer like Kate

Even moved like a cat

A bird in the hand

Is worth two in the bush

can't resist new synths

Geddy bass pedal Rush

Like the nonplussed look

At a bowl full of food

Even if I can't move

For all the synths in the room

I am about as likely

To keep synth free pledges

As cats are to give up

Batting objects off edges

But where would we be without cats

Without synths

Like a dance with no discos

And statues without plinths

Imagine a world

without ribbons and knobs

No tangerine dreams

No cute furry gods

With fluff in the keyboard

Paw prints on the keys

My mate once had a synth

That was Jumping with Fleas

It's a small price to pay

For a lifetime of love

One without the other?

Just can't get enough

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