Tiger In His Tank
Wrote this when a friend told me a story about going to see some kittens and falling in love with the nasty runt who had been hidden in a cupboard
With runny eyes and patchy fur, resemblant of a skunk
Not much difference, either way, for both of them, they stunk
Stalking in his little cupboard, the dark and lonely hole
Was ugly little runt of litter, the cat that had no soul
Ugly little runt of litter, just loved to hiss and cuss
To spit his venom and slash out wild, not a loving puss
He spat and slashed and cursed and snarled, at everything and all
Until the day he saw big Frank, standing there so tall
Big Frank, he could not help himself, he had to love that cat
But ugly little runt of litter, was having none of that
He slashed and snarled and swiped and cussed until the blood did flow
Big Frank was thinking of the Clash, “should I stay or should I go”
Ugly little runt of litter, his mindset, all out war
Chased big Frank around the room, slashing with his paw
Love he did not contemplate, love he did not know
Big Frank was thinking of the Clash, “should I stay or should I go”
But over days and over weeks, a relationship, did form
With interspattered bouts of peace amongst the crazy storm
Big Frank, did stroke his little cat, wearing inch thick oven mitts
While little cat wreaked revenge by slashing them to bits
Ugly little runt of litter, with snotty nose and smell
Decided that he liked Big Frank, cos he could give him hell
So he slashed and cussed and hissed and clawed, his way through life with Frank
Sleeping like a tiger, in his cubby hole, in the darkness and the dank.
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2018
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