I have a cat
A naughty ginger cat
Who loves to hunt
And stalk around
The little creatures
On the ground
I used to have two lady cats
Who did as they were told
They sat demurely by the door
They really was quite old
But now I have a boy cat
A bushy, fluffy, feral
We thought we'd name him Gizmo
But this rhymes better with Merrill
Naughty Ginger Gizmo
He'd have your arm off in a flash
And the privilege of keeping him
Cost me fifty pounds in cash
I'm sure I'll grow to love him
It's not yet been a year
He's going through a 'teen phase'
When It will end is not yet clear
He likes to tease the chickens
And jump at them from height
Poor Rolo and Peppercorn
It does give them a fright
But Gizmo has his moments
When dreaming of a mouse
He purrs and purrs so loudly
It almost rocks the house

Poem by Simone 31 May 2008