04-17-2016, 10:13 AM
No Longer
Oh such a little fluffy cat,
meowing eyes and gentle pur.
I fed you till your gut was fat;
to dangle string and scratch your fir.
Once grown; a whirlwind you became
apart from when you lost your balls.
To hurt you Tom, was not my aim
I did it to curtail your calls.
I hate it when the wickers clawed,
you never use the scratching post.
You just draw blood because you're bored,
or climb up on the Sunday roast.
If there's a message i could send,
it would be you round toilet bend.
Oh such a little fluffy cat,
meowing eyes and gentle pur.
I fed you till your gut was fat;
to dangle string and scratch your fir.
Once grown; a whirlwind you became
apart from when you lost your balls.
To hurt you Tom, was not my aim
I did it to curtail your calls.
I hate it when the wickers clawed,
you never use the scratching post.
You just draw blood because you're bored,
or climb up on the Sunday roast.
If there's a message i could send,
it would be you round toilet bend.