Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Epistle to addicted pussle

Cat, puss, wustle, woodly woodly wuss
Whatever be your name
What is it you wish
That makes your tail swish
That makes you cupboards brush
That makes you whine and fuss
What is it you wish?
Not this dish of fish? Not beef
Or lamb or bread in milky mush
All left untouched
And yet you fuss and swish
Come over from the neighbours house
I'm only guessing which
What is it you wish for?
Whiskas
Whiskas crack biscuits? Ah yes
What's in this? Nip?
Cat smack that racks your naps
With thoughts of crunchy rock.
Ah wuss, Ah wuss
You wish a dish of fix
What war on drugs.
I wonder what's in this?

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