Arthur

It’s Jennifer’s birthday,

Break out the champagne,

Put up balloons and coloured paper chains,

The child is on top of the world, so it seems,

That was until Arthur shattered her dreams

The truth of it was Jenny loved him so dearly,

But the facts could hardly be written more clearly,

This kitty was evil, right down to his core,

There hadn’t been one quite this awful before,

He had little fear about crossing the line,

And the parents had started to feel the incline,

To have him removed from their humble abode,

And thrown from a bridge, or kicked into the road

Oh, I hear all the cries of you cannot do that,

But really my friends you do not know this cat,

He chewed up the carpets,

scratched all who came near

Here was a moggy who really struck fear,

But if he was challenged he’d sigh and then pout,

So that’s’ your reaction?, well, I’m going out

But then they would think that he might not come back,

Maybe lying quite dead by a railway track,

But not Arthur, oh no – he would always return,

When his passion for evil had started to burn

For the owners, young Jennifer, Angie and Reg,

One final display tipped them over the edge

The cat had appeared about 2 hours before,

Having sauntered in through the conservatory door,

And in seeing the household preparing for fun,

He took to the field like Cattila the Hun

He tore up the presents, balloons were all popped,

What he did to the clown, well that had to be stopped,

He rolled in the buffet and spat in the jelly,

Then yacked up a hairball on poor Auntie Nelly,

You’d think that by now he’d have taken a break,

But I can’t even say what he did to the cake

Poor Jenny in tears was distraught for a while,

Then the anger built up to a venomous bile,

She puts on her shoes with the cute little bows,

And kicked the cats rear with the swiftest of blows,

At first all the guests were somewhat aghast,

When they saw little Arthur come hurtling past,

But when they all gathered young Jennifer’s cause,

There followed a delicate round of applause

The cat slunk away like they do when they’re beat,

But consider its just a strategic retreat,

As there may be a day Jenny feels some regret,

Because Arthur, is surely not finished just yet


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