Thitherward!

Pitting the Kitties, 

Because of the Titties!

Aggravated and agitated, 

Deus Plural a Meow!

Infiltrated by the surprise of patriot hatred,

The Grass is Green behind the Flag,

Hurry up and Wait There Matey,

And don't be such a Drag, why hate Me?

Accountable The Lioness's not

Subconsciously plotting it,

With a nasty ploy,

Dangling some Promises,

Like String before their eyes!

Then without much encouragement.

They Scratch and Bite and Claw,

The Poor King of the Nowhere!

He is left Reeling Red and Raw!

Kinda bewildered with a slack Jaw!

There wasn't supposed to be a War!

But I think your lead is in the draw?