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[This episode in the Ice Cream Gran saga is inspired by 
Jennifer Proxenos’ comment on another of my poems.]

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Ever since she saved the world, she can’t hide any place
For now her fame is global and the whole world knows her face
But from outside, she hears a loud and quite suspicious din
She holds her breath until she’s sure nobody’s coming in

Cautiously, she nears her door and opens it a tad
Three old ladies stand there, one is bleeding and looks mad
She said beneath your car we’ve found a very chilly moggie
And it’s been pouring down, so all the roads are cold and soggy

I struggle with my knees but still I knelt to set it free
I think it’s feral cos it made a jigsaw out of me
Turbo Said that car’s not mine, for I am Ice Cream Gran
And I take measures to conceal my bright pink ice cream van

But let me grab my zimmer and I’ll see what I can do
I’d better take some chocolate chips, perhaps a sprout or two
She quickly grabbed her mask and cape and went outside to help
Then looked under the car before she let out quite a yelp

Turbo leapt back from car, she bled where she’d been scratched
Her eyes were red like lasers and a vengeful plan was hatched
The wheels popped off, the car collapsed and squashed that kitty flat
But then the car flipped over to reveal an angry cat

Oops, said ice cream Gran as she beheld its cape and mask
You only had to purr at me, was that too much to ask
For underneath the car was dark, and my excuse is that
My special turbo eyesight didn’t see you, Nitro Cat

She said you are my cat, we make a top notch turbo team
But can’t you just be happy with a dish of whipped ice cream
For, yes, I know you like to be the top cat hereabouts
But you will be in trouble if you keep eating my sprouts

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