Whose Laughing Meow
I went skipping down the street
using a pussycat
One hand near his teeth
the other down his back.
I spun him round and round
while all the people wail
Put that poor ole cat down
Or at least hold him by the tail.
What the people thought of me
I really didn't care
That's the last time that moggy
gave me an evil stare.
He bullied me daily, with language that's coarse
He said i walk gayly, I woke necks to a horse
He'd often trail me, and shag my tortoise
Words used to fail me, but now no remorse.
He'd get the cheese out of the traps for the mice
I caught him doing it twice
I warned him don't make it thrice
But he's like a gambler throwing his dice,
Ahhh, bless his little cries.....
As i grabbed him near the teeth
Nearly put my finger in his pass
He almost did a sheet
As his belly grazed the grass.
I spun him round and round
while jumping over him
Mum would be proud
It's like going to the gym.
Like a car, I rode him for an hour
I flung him real far, he landed in some flowers
He looked like a furry shooting star, and it's he now who does cower
Perhaps i don't have a heart, but I do need a shower!
Copyright © John-Ovan.P. Hull | Year Posted 2016
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