TIGER TIM

[From "Caternalia", my first solo revue, written many years ago.]

I had a little pussy cat:
I called him "Tiger Tim",
Which wasn't very sensible
'Cos he was her, not him.

He wasn't really striped at all,
But kind of black and mangy,
And though he stuffed his kite all day
He still stayed thin and mangy.

He hadn't any pretty tricks,
My little Tiger Tim,
He sort of sulked around the place,
Bored, and sad, and dim.

Then that great mouse'ole in the sky
Called home my Tiger Tim.
Now my hot bottle's furry cover
'S a fitting end for him.
(It keeps me feet warm, too.)
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