flattened pussey on the tarmac
and made into kebabs down
at the local chip oil
then eaten by all who
could get a portion to
help keep the cat population
down and get rid of
the bloody things for good
and save saucers of milk
and throwing them in the
river to see if they
can swim in a bag
of stones that’s tied at
the neck to keep it
safely on the bottom with
the gravel and the fish
well out of the way
of the sodden pussey in
the local club where all
the Tom’s hang around looking