MonoMonday - Poem

Poor old Thomas, poor old cat,
Lying snoozing on the mat.

Whisper softly as you brood,
Are your thoughts of love or food?

No thoughts of love for this poor cat,
A cruel master saw to that.

And as for food, no, and far, far from it,
He's only thinking where to vomit!


The theme for today's MonoMonday shot is "poem" and this poem came to mind when I saw Teefer lying sleeping in her radiator bed. I recall the poem form my childhood, but despite searching online, I have never been able to find out who wrote it.

Aft4r my school run tonight, I got a phone call asking if I'd do a service from Kelso to Galashiels, then another one from Gala right through to Berwick. This accomplished, I then had to bring the bus back to St Boswells and finish. It was almost nine o'clock by the time I got home. JJ berated me as soon as I came in the door, but I wasn't falling for her nonsense as I'd managed to text Christine when I hit Berwick and she came in and fed them.

Once again, I will try to catch up with your blips tomorrow.