Golden Tinsel

Tinsel, Tinsel Fun is the principal Sparkle gold On show The best form of fun I and thou cat does know When it's cold outside with bitter snow You give my cat An elegant golden attire It mingles well With her coat of silky fire Bringing to throne Evermore Her furious, playful desire So much wound Crawling along at speed With a belly to the ground Causes, the rest to look and moan What a whale of a groan Bombarding with heads While leaping, catching threads Dust of golden tinsel Upon the rug it sheds So I Shall vacuum up this mess Then, with humor Watch thy playful kitties quiver And shake thy nervy, eager legs With such laughter What's thy need for meds? Written by Sarah Linklater 15/04/15