(this time it's personal!)
Oh! Poacher man your so unkind,
To slight me so, but never mind ,
My feline feelings you have hurt,
With comments dastardly and curt.
And quite outrageously uncivil,
To liken me unto your "divil",
By such talk I am misunderstood ,
The "Phantom of the Garry wood "
My grace and beauty you may trace
The epitome of feline race,
I emplore you Sir if you don't mind,
Don't point your gun at my behind.
The Poacher" takes the game of others,
Beneath the skin Sir, are we brothers ?
The sport the thrill at worst affray,
We both thus far have got away.
When winter nips as soon it might,
Do not forget this Puma' s plight,
While you in slippered feet recline,
I shiver in a land not mine.
So watch your telly sip your wine,
Oh! don't mind me, misplaced fe-line,
Or for old Puma spare a thought,
I did not come here I was brought.
by 'Moggus Garryboggus'