Now Who's Been Nicking My Couch Poem by Tom Billsborough
Now Who's Been Nicking My Couch
The slouch is on my couch!
No, not me. It's Mister Purry.
I've been unseated, now defeated,
I face a loss of space.
I am bereft at this grand theft.
One can't endure the indignity of sitting in a chair.
It happened overnight. The sight
Of him pretending to be me now drives me batty.
Shall I be rude, intrude
And interrupt his sleep which seems suspiciously deep
(I'm sure I saw a flicker from that naughty nicker)
Or shall I call on God to oust this insolent person
(er sorry, couldn't get a rhyme, well not this time)
I can't do any more so lying on the floor
Is what I'm at with the patience of a cat.
A lesson learned is knowledge earned
I mutter as evilly I consider
Future plans to spike his guns.
A pile of books strategically placed would cook
His goose. I knew they'd be some use
One day instead of slouching in my Library!
This gives so much fun that makes laugh, laugh really. Very amazingly drafted and shared this poem is.10
Thanks Kumarmani, Keep you in touch with my brave efforts to claim my couch back.
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4/28/2024 1:44:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dogs are not as good at pretending to be asleep as your Mr. Purry, . They hunch in anticipation of being told to get down. Tell me if you have any luck training the kitty-kitty to stay off your furniture. I never accomplished any such thing with my daughter's cats! That's why I like horses- -they don't get on my furniture. Well-trained, eh? I look forward to your poems- -they smile at me! Thank you for posting good humor and smart alec-ness on this site! !
The funniest time was when he decided to adopt my daughter's favourite chair. There was a real battle of wits. Every time she got up Purry moved at the speed of light to claim the nicely warmed seat. I think dogs have more conscience. Mr Purry just looks imperious. Presently he's back on the couch. When I'm good and ready I'll bring my secret weapon out of the Fridge, a great pile of Fresh Cooked Chicken! Peking Duck is quicker but fresh out of it. Prefers it without Hoisin sauce, the peasant!