Just like... [September Contest using poetic devices]

Allusion for Mark's Contest... [Not the title]

I fell upon him, no "paper tiger"
Slashing with my clawed hands
Ripping with my teeth
Lapping blood

Getting fat as "Mama Cass"
Thick in the waist
Double chinned
Bigger in the ass

The hunting was good
Prey was "slow as molasses"
On a cold winter's day
And I needed a Challenge

Feeling the hunger
I find myself a victim
Kneeling at the altar of darkness
"Like a monk at Vespers"

"Silent as a mouse", the anticipation
"Is Heinz' 57
Making me wait"
The color of tomato-red

"I can't get no satisfaction Mick" sated
And James Brown "I feel Good!"
"Rocks Me Gently"
Through the night.