She shuddered at leaving behind?
her mortal clutter.?
Nevertheless, off she popped,?
and her in her old nightie.?
?
Where she had interred?
a succession of deceased cats,?
phantom meows lingered,?
tabby tails haunted.?
?
Tiddles and Ginger,?
Marmalade and Blackie,?
were filed away?
in their small brass urns.?
?
It has to be said?
and rightly recorded?
that?
Tiddles, Ginger,?
Marmalade, and Blackie?
demanded a disorderly attention.?
?
Psychic clumps had accumulated?
where spectral moggies muddled,?
had driven a nice but nervous lady?
into an early grave.?
She shuddered at leaving behind
her mortal clutter.
Nevertheless, off she popped,
and her in her old nightie;
She had interred a succession
of deceased cats. Psychic clumps
had accumulated
where spectral moggies muddled.
Tiddles and Ginger,
Marmalade and Blackie,
were filed away
in their small brass urns.
It has to be said
and rightly recorded
that
Tiddles, Ginger,
Marmalade, and Blackie
also had driven a nervous lady
into an early grave.
She shuddered at leaving behind
her mortal clutter.
Nevertheless, off she popped,
and her in her old nightie.
She had interned a succession
of deceased cats. Psychic clumps
had accumulated
where spectral moggies muddled.
Soon the apartment began to smell
and so she was found and carted off.
The ghostly cats: Tiddles, Ginger,
Marmalade and Blackie,
were filed away
in their small brass or bronzed urns,
but they soon escaped
to chase small shimmering birds
at twilights ending.
She shuddered at leaving behind
her mortal clutter.
Nevertheless, off she popped,
and her in her old nightie;
her hated daughter-in-law
still rattling in her ghostly mind.
She had interred a succession
of deceased cats. Psychic clumps
had accumulated
where spectral moggies muddled.
Tiddles and Ginger,
Marmalade and Blackie,
were filed away
in their small brass urns.
Soon, predictably,
her vengeful ghost
swept over to her
in-laws house;
a women with allergies,
where, also predictably,
Tiddles, Ginger,
Marmalade, and Blackie
drove a nervous woman
to an early grave.
Wash Those Froggies, Wash Those Froggies,
Dirty Froggies Get Eaten By Moggies.
Don't Be Mean, Get Them Clean
While You Read Your Magazine.
Out the back
Behind gran's house
Halfway down the street.
The little yard with the mangle.
And the narrow concrete strip path
That led to the other end,
Where the walnut tree ruled.
A musty tangled wilderness
Of corrugated iron and wire.
Only bluebells were allowed
To grow in the cool shade
Of the walnut tree.
Spreading it's branches.
Like an urban exile camouflaged Subjects
Wood ants foraged it's fissured bark.
In the summertime
Drooling old moggies
Lolled, cradled among it's boughs.
Autumn,
Gran stooped to gather the walnuts
Stuffing them into stockings.
Hanging them in cupboards.
Until Christmas.
My gran and the garden
She shared with the walnut tree.
I Saw A Mouse.
There's a mouse in the corner by the bathroom door.
I'm sure it's the same one I saw the night before.
With his cute pink round ears and his whiskers askew
we'll nab him and catch him before our cat see's him to.
We'll find him a new home somewhere outdoors
and keep him safe from our moggies claws.
I know there's a hollow in our big old oak tree.
We shall make him a nest so it's safe he shall be.
For if our moggy sees him he will kill him no doubt.
He will chase him until that poor mouse heart gives out.
So yes, come it's up to you and me
to make him a nest in our big old oak tree.
No more flocks of sparrows
Covering my grass with brown
Very few song thrushes flying
Or bashing snails on the ground
I have seen a Robin redbreast
And a solitary little Wren
But I don’t think I’ll ever see
So many wild birds again
Their habitat has been pillaged
More staple crops to grow
The deadly sprays kill insects
That they feed on don’t you know
But it doesn’t end there
The little wild birds plight
Other cultures use sticky branches
To trap them in the night
And our favourite moggies
Deplete the numbers too
Killing wild birds every day
For something fun to do
Let’s try to stop our pets
Making some species extinct
Put bells around our moggies necks
To make them go chink chink
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