I'm sitting in the kitchen staring into space
Wondering what is the matter with the human race?
The weather's turning colder so I spend more time indoors
But they haven't turned the heating on! How can one warm one's paws?
I sit around soo patiently waiting for my food
Yet they fill my bowl with crunchy bits! I do find that quite rude.
They know I like the meaty stuff squidged out of the pouch
'Cos only then can I wander off to have my well earned slouch.
If credit crunch means crunchy bits, I'd rather have raw mouse!
So how can all of this be due to the cost of someones house?
My owner states interest rates are the underlying reason
For why we've got no heating on during this autumn season.
I'll have them know I'm a pussy cat, I'll not let standards slip
We've ways of getting what we want; so beware our curling lip!
The flick of tail, the ankle nip preceded by the stare
They'll soon know just what we think of treatment so unfair!
I say, panic not my pussy friends if the banks are in liquidation
We must stand firm, stand side by side, right across the nation.
Claw back our rights to comfort and decent central heating
For goodness sake we want more meat; no more this biscuit eating!
I'm still sitting in the kitchen staring into space
Now getting rather bored with being in one place.
Hmm, those ankles moving round me are looking rather tasty
I think a nip is called for; wait now not too hasty!
Herky
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