One of the things that I take great joy from i s my second book of poetry, A mouthful of space dust. I think this is mainly because it was written produced and published by myself. People have different views about self publishing but I do think there is something about understanding the process from start to finish, what is involved and what the challenges are. I like the poems in the book, its stuff I am comfortable writing about and it is still something I am proud of.
One of the first poems I wrote was adapted for this book, about a devilish cat who destroys a birthday party – entitled Arthur
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
For Arthur by no means, is finished just yet
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