sonnet I didnt picture him

I didnt picture him a proper pussycat
Red herring hyena breath and yellow fangs
My elephant gun flashed at bait big bangs
Recoil resulting knocked uncocked my hat
I couldnt pick a feline from a gnat
My bread and butter brawls and traffic prangs
I drop a drill in drawls burrs slurs and twangs
I buzz a root canal zilch ratatat
I suffer dreams in sultry sweat skin sticks
I see a skipping lion and skipping lamb
Acquire a sleeping calf in lavish licks
Of hoof and horn and tail and drool a dram
Byebye I think Ill board a chartered private jet
I bumped off beast and so I voided vet
Chorus jet gust stream