What is it about cats and paper?
Right, I'm out on the lawn
Minding my own sweet
Business and reading this garbage
About illegal Immigration
And how it's ruining the Nation.
Almost on every page..
Would you credit?
I mean, come on, you twit,
My ancestors were Viking
And it was much to their liking
To rape and to pillage
Prioritizing priories
And many a defenceless village
And then settle down, sit tight
On the land. No invite
You see! Well, that's history.
But back to the original story.
As stated before I'm on my own
Paper spread neatly across the lawn
When who should creep up
And lower its fat weight
Upon my late
If not lamented story,
Now buried beneath a clump of black fur.
The little beggar, it even
Has the cheek to purr
As though it's done me a favour.
It happens every time.
Guess I never learn!
Great story and great telling. That cat probably knows something. : -)
Maybe he was taking the role of Illegal Immigrant on my newspaper! like all his Phoenician Ancestors! Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the attitude it sounds like me and I always thought writing like this wasn't right haha how wrong am I then? and that's my attitude as well right out with how I think...some say feisty..I say nay! I am but human.. thanks again for the laughter
I'm beginning to wonder if the cat reads the paper! Now in the morning when the grass is wet with dew I spread out yesterday's papers for Mr Purry to sit on. That works. The problem is when he sees me writing on another piece of paper he wants to sit on that too! You can't win with cats.