Cissy And Cats. Poem by Terry Collett

Cissy liked cats,
liked to hold them,
kiss them,
feel them purr
against her skin
when she held them.

She liked kittens too;
playful creatures,
climbing and jumping
and running around,
meowing and making
soft voice sounds
with open mouths.

The new kittens
are lucky to be alive.

Mr Jones said:
they'll have to go,
can't have that many
cats about the place,
have to drown them
in the bath in a sack
tied up at the top
and plop plop and drop.

He didn't though,
just him saying things,
like he did.

She hugged the cat
and kittens,
kissed their heads
and paws.

Mr Jones won't drown
her kittens,
not after she said
about him kissing
that young Miss Fanny,
and that his wife
wouldn't like it
if she told.

Cat and kittens saved
for her being
truthful and bold.