First off, apologies if the adult language offends, and for this being late. BTW, I am not a poet, so please be gentle!
That Damned Cat!
That cat just tried to kill me,
the damned, flamin' furry thing.
I swear he stuck his foot out,
just to prove that he was king.
And off I went - went flying
down the length of our damned stairs.
He really takes the piss sometimes,
I don't know how he dares.
So here I lie, a' wincing
in a twisted, painfull heap.
But, should I be able to get up,
to make it to my feet...
I'll kill that ruddy cat of mine.
Yes, yes, that's what I'll do.
I'll be wearing catskin slippers,
And I bet you would do, too!