Thursday, 5 November 2015
Poetry for iPhones and cute things
Is that a small cute furry thing?
To whom you have decided to raucously sing
Surely you'll scare it half to death
If you keep singing songs like that
And it now appears it has now been eaten
By a Large and Angry Ginger Cat
Hitting the cat though is surely not right
And now the cat has run out into the night
And I note that between its sharp pointy teeth
Your iPhone was fixed fast
So I suspect that selfie with the cute furry thing
Was your very very last.
But maybe you could call your phone
And talk to the cat in a friendly tone
And explain that this is a device you really need
And as a fair exchange with that Cat
You can explain you’ll leave a large bowl of food
Out on your door mat.
It is always best to negotiate rather than hit
To avoid your iPhone from being bit
Getting teeth marks on its shiny screen
Ruins your image as a trend setting thing
One with which folk like to be seen
So next time you see
A small cute furry Critter
Squash it with your foot
And discreetly kick it
Into a pile of
It sounds cruel
But life is Bitter . . . . . . .