This Was the Species that Was

So like you are to my chiropodist,
With Eastern sensibilities galore:
I know fast, fancy moves to stop a fist
Or foot before it pounds me into gore
Like Bruce Lee tried to do in '66
While working on the Batman TV set.
The Joker, from his usual bag of tricks
Produced the weakest, least amusing yet,
But I forgave him. He was mighty cute
And not a bad kid for a six-year-old
Though oddly, preternaturally hirsute
With ventral fur from tan to reddish gold
Which made when skinned a clever winter hat
Leastways 'til it got shredded by the cat.

P.S. Lemme splain: "exquisite sonnet" is not me complimenting myself; it's a term for a collaboratively written sonnet in which each person is shown only the previous line and the last word of the line before (and instruction on whether to rhyme it or not). I wrote this one myself, yes, so it really doesn't count, but I imagined myself seeing only the previous line and blah blah blah. I thought it came out kinda cute. Basically, though, I know this one's just a pointless exercise.