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.

You see

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

Litter.

It sounds cruel

But life is Bitter . . . . . . .