If Only I Owned a Duck

IF ONLY I OWNED A DUCK Xmas and New Year gone, you are now off the lash Found you have chucked the cat out with the trash You’re sitting on your lonesome with your TV meal Viewing last year’s repeat of Noels, deal or no deal Bin men are at the door; we’ve got your flamin’ cat Who has decided against all the odds it wants back You chuck it in the bathtub it wailing like a banshee It's high on aggression nothing short of a killer bee You close the bathroom door, off to make a coffee Out comes the cat; looking kinda of wet and soggy You give it a run over with the hair dryer set on hot My mistake, as the cat knows you have lost the plot The cat is fluffed up, looking nothing worse for wear Has it revenge as by taking over your favourite chair It’s watching cat & dogs, the revenge of kitty galore There is no arguing here as the cat knows the score As it is off to the bathroom to clean up all the muck Thinks; could life be better if only you owned a duck "No cat was harmed in the making of this poem, honest. The cat is the local scallywag and he is tough as nuts" . . . : ) Indiana Shaw . . . ; )