Mr Purry Has A Complaint Poem by Tom Billsborough

Mr Purry Has A Complaint

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You have no right
To call me "La Chatte".
That's rude as you very well know.
Okay, I go
Out at night
And you never know where.
But what do I care?
By day it's my Fate
To muse and meditate
Upon my favourite chair.
Do I call you a "Tom"
When you go out all day
And come back all gasping and grey?
No, I call you my slave.
So please behave
And no more of that.
Remember that I'm the top cat!

Saturday, February 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humor
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Le chat is French for cat. La Chatte is something completely different. A lady of the street who goes out at night for business.
A Tom (my name!) means the same!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Le chat is a friend of man usually, but occasionally cat may start bossing over his boss! Nice poem. Enjoyed the subtle humour and the play on words.

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Wes Vogler 15 February 2017

I think you had better let him do the writing for a bit thoroughly enjoyable

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Tom Billsborough 16 February 2017

as explained to Jude below he's busy digesting his Turkey by snoozing on MY COUCH! But when he wakes he can take over writing duties for a while. Mind you, he might start making Catty comments on everyone and then I'll be in lumber!

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Annette Aitken 11 February 2017

You captured the essence of Mr P to a T lol nicely penned Tom, and good chuckle factor lol Annette

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Tom Billsborough 11 February 2017

He's suddenly adopted my knees as his new bed. God, he's a heavyweight. Must stop stuffing him with Turkey and book him in at the local Gym!

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Tom Billsborough 11 February 2017

Yes, and he wrote it without a paws. Do I win worst pun of the year award?

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Kim Barney 17 March 2019

Absolutely. Worst pun of the year. I loved it!

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Tom Billsborough

Tom Billsborough

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