Poor Thomas

POOR THOMAS Poor Thomas has met that darn demon ginger cat on the prowl As I heard a lot of spitting and hissing, then, one almighty howl I ran out bare footed as the old ginger cat was ready to pounce Then I gave that old ginger cat a kick, to where it flippin’ counts As no darn, ginger fat bully cat is going to give my Thomas gripe It can stop its sneaking around here in the darkness of the night My front doorstep belongs to Thomas, that is the way it will stay And this is his home now, and it needs to be safe for him to play He shot in the house, from shock the poor chap was near as sick And, my foot was as hurting from giving that cat a bare foot kick Thomas; is away curled up sleeping, recovering from sheer shock It is hard to believe; that darn fat ginger cat is of a priest's stock I off to see his priest father and demand his cat is put under lock Or I will be reading it, its last rites and its fat tail I will surely dock Indiana Shaw . . . “It’s really hard to believe that this old fat ginger bully of a tomcat actually belongs to our local retired priest” . . . : / "That went under the categories of: bullying, cat, conflict, recovery from, religious, violence" ha, ha, ha" . . . ; )