Oh No.. Not Again! Poem by Tom Billsborough

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!