National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Tuesday, 2 April 2019

Old Mr Stinkypaws



Day 2.  Cats parody


He is small and scruffy and Black
With a streak going down to his tail
He is sent to a room in the back
because he is always destroying their mail

But his profile is better than that
When he's running outside in the park
For his smell is strong when something's wrong
and he will give an original bark

Watch out for the pile over there
Or that pile by the old wooden seat
There's a funny old smell in the air
Meanings something's brewing a treat

And this dog does launch, in a great giant leap
And lands with a smile and a splat on a heap!

And we all say
Oh no its really quite smelly
With fox shit on his belly
Its Mr oh Mr  Stinkypaws


He does wander the country in day
With an idea that is cunning
He looks for a stench in the Hay
Or a pile of something upcoming

Joy to a mass that has flies
To roll is some old badger droppings
A treat you can use with your feet
When he rolls there's no bloody stopping

Watch out there's a pile over here
What the hells by that old wooden seat
There a funny smell, please beware
Its made worse in the old summer heat

For this dog has come running and launches attack
And rolls till its shitty all over his back

And we all go
Oh my its really quite smelly
With all shit upon his belly
Its oh Mr oh Mr Stinkypaws

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