“you know it’s funny” said the girl to the cat
as it sat preening itself on the mat
“i can;t believe a single word
coz really puss t’is so absurd”
“really?” said puss “you think i would lie?”
in answer the girl punched him straight in the eye
“there now” squeaked puss " feel better for that?"
“oh quite” said the girl and joined puss on the mat
and there they discussed all manner of things
from money to god and why the girl sings
or rather does not
as that’s not allowed
“you will utter
not a single sound”
not said by the cat of course you understand
but sent with “love” from his dirty little hand
quite shocking a story if it were to be told
could i do you the honour? would i be so bold?
as to tell of a mouse runing straight up a clock
a swell little ditty, sung by a cock
tick tock, tick tock tick tock, tick tock
throw in some multiples and a bit fat sock
straight to the mouth for a simple no
“oh no dear girl that shall not be so”
“you will” said the man and did as he pleased
form an orderly queue for a child prick tease
“so puss, you know, just so we’re straight?
i really don’t like you so please close the gate
and on your way out, don;t make a sound
the usual ■■■■. lest you’re found
oh really??? ■■■■■■■ really???” said the girl indignant
“send in the boys for i find you repugnant”
“repulsive a liar, a fake and a fraud”
truth be told, you wont darken my door
and i wouldn;t answer, for sure, if you did
along with little johnny, the fiddler of kids
and "little my son is the operative word
on your own you’re nothing you ■■■■■■■ little turd
“so puss, kindly get the ■■■■ off my mat”
and he said with a grin, “i ain’t no cat”
betterly spoken, oh but of course
better read you see
and well versed in force
the ripped his fair face off to reveal underneath
nothing but a wolf with glistening teeth
“it’s funny you know, but i knew all along”
puss was a cuckoo, singing sparrow’s song
i knew somewhere deep inside
that puss was a person too vile to hide
and just like little red riding hood
the wolf will be waiting deep in the wood
a future foretold many moons gone
41 is here, my time has come
and even though i check all the time
i’ve a really bad feeling, i’m gonna get slimed
so puss if you read this which of course you will
know that i bear you all manner of ill
for graffiti left upon my skin
will be etched upon you for my kin
and when of course you finally blow
and come for me, just so you know
i’ll have done right by all that is good
your God will not save you no let that be food
for thought just before you lose your rag
you seem to have hit a biblical snag
tick tock tick tock to hell you will go
all those lives, do you think your God knows?
i’l leave you with that so you can have a proper think
and if all else fails? ■■■■ it, go have a drink!
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If you wrote that yourself I commend you. It’s pretty good. It sounds like something Lewis Carrol would write.
thanks nick i did write it…my “dear” puss has been a pretty pissy constant in my life and i’ve sort of grown attached to writing my feelings on that topic. i never actually read alice in wonderland. i had a copy but couldn;t get into it past the “eat me” “drink me” bit. that was as far as i got. i was more a c.s lewis kinda girl…then straight from there on to dean koontz, james herbert and stephen king…all before the age of 17. dodie smith was a favourite at age 7 or 8 i think… i think i started writing about aged 7 or 8…it’s a coping mechanism i think…i just breathe it. thanks for liking it 
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