That cat’s a real pain in the arse
He walks around like he owns the joint
Well news flash cat – you come last
There, I’ve made my point.

My wife’s alright, except for one vice
She loves all kinds of feline
We’d have more cats than a lab’s got mice
If I didn’t make her tow the line

Whenever the cat cries meow –
I grab him by the scruff and go pow
Then out comes the beach towel
And snap!…..

My wife flicks me on the arse and boy do I yell!
I always said that mangy cat comes last
But on my wife’s face I see this angry frown
So as I said, that mangy husband - he comes last.

Copyright © - Steve Goldsmith May 2010

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