Nomad Goggs - Ode To Fatboy.

So here I sit, looking at my cat,
if you'ld never met, wouldn't think she's all that,
but if you got to know her personally,
it all becomes pretty plain to see.

Is she a human trapped in a cats body,
or the other way round, if you see, if you see,
she controls with her mind I'm sure of that,
on top of the food chain, comfortably sat.

I know when she's hungry, I know when she's cold,
when she wants to go out, or a ball to be rolled,
she gives me her love, but conditionally,
for food, love and warmth, and a stroke or three.

She knows when I'm up, she knows when I'm down,
when she puts on the cuteness, it's immposible to frown,
better than prozac, booze or a drug,
the sound of her curled up, purring and snug.

And even at night, when she lets out a snore,
it's so quiet and sweet, you smile once more,
she's someone to talk to, who won't answer back,
she'll show you the meaning of a good craic.

Just sunlight, sustenance, a warm comfy bed,
someone to protect her, scritch on her head,
throw love in too, and what have you got?
all that we need, admit it, thats the lot!

(Goggs '05)

Nomad Goggs

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