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This is on of our favourite Poems it's by Roger McGough

The Cats' Protection League

Midnight. A knock at the door.
Open it? Better had.
Three heavy cats, mean and bad.

They offer protection. I ask, ‘What for?’
The Boss-cat snarls, ‘You know the score.
Listen man and listen good

If you wanna stay in the neighbourhood,
Pay your dues or the toms will call
And wail each night on the backyard wall.

Mangle the flowers, and as for the lawn
a smelly minefield awaits you at dawn.’
These guys meant business without a doubt

Three cans of tuna, I handed them out.
They then disappeared like bats into hell
Those bad, bad cats from the CPL.

Roger McGough

We're sorry if this infringes any copyright restrictions but it's too good a poem not to post!

A Poem for Poppy by Anne Davies

A Poem for Poppy Davies

1984 – 2000  

 

Poppy was a Scottish cat

From up in old Dundee

She travelled down sout

To be with you via Stoke to Old Derby 

  

She was a grand old girl 

Sixteen years in all 

She had short legs, she was rather round

And was never very tall

 

She liked her fish for breakfast, diner, lunch and tea

And she was always her happiest

Sitting on your knee

 

She’d nudge you in the morning

To get you out of bed

She’d be a grump for a while

You’d think she was never fed

 

Wendy used to fed her

When you went away

If you went away for some time

In Wembley she would stay

 

You knew for a while that she wasn’t well

And that the time would come

When she would leave for heaven

And say goodbye to her lovely mum

 

In heaven there is no age at all

So she’ll be a kitten again once more

Her legs won’t creak

Her wee won’t leak

And she wont pooh on the floor

 

I bet she’s up in heaven

With Tiggy and all his mates

Running and skipping around so much

She may even lose some weight

 

You’ll miss her Siân I know you will

Of that there is no doubt

But think like me when Tiggy’s not there

And simply think she’s out 

  

Think she’s in the garden 

Where she used to play 

Think like that forever 

And she’ll never go away

 

 

The Meaning of Rescue

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I'd like to open my baggage,
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry,
So much to regret.

Hmmm...Yes, there it is, right on the top,
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things,
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage,
Will you still want me?

Author Unknown

Scraggly has finally unpacked and is happy and much loved!

 

 

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