The night of cat

 Twas the night before Christmas

Folks came back from a prayer pub

Around just passed midnight 

twas a hint in the air

With their heads all a sleeping

Inebriate R.E.M

It was time for the Kramp puss

To now cause mayhem

He kept well to the shadows 

His eyes searching high

For the bright coloured baubles

In his mind, should now die!

Twas the morn of old crimbo

And the folks were in stress

From the hangover and swearing

And the house in a mess

Now the tree all a sparkle

A devotion of spruce 

Seemed to be left at angle

Known as wonky obtuse

And the tinsel all hanging

From the boughs with such care

They found all rather shredded

Now arranged Vogue Despair 

And the turkey defrosted

With its contents within

Found a mile down the road

Betwixt two wheelie bins

And sleeping quite soundly

Was a cat with white ears

He had fun as the kramp puss

Can't wait till next year.