Garrybogus Two

Garrybogus Two

(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'