CAT THERAPY

Crick, crack,
break a back!
One, two,
all askew!

Swinging cats in meagre space
breaks skulls against the bric-à-brac;
then china ducks with savage grace
fall to the floor without a quack.
But we must offer humble thanks
these spinning quadrupeds go round -
for if they were some breed of Manx
they'd never leave the lowly ground.

Crick, crack,
white or black!
One, two,
tabbies too!

There's cat cerebrum on the wall,
and it is brainier bit by bit;
so, if you're thinking you might call,
just ring the bell - or you'll be hit.
Each time we grab a tail, the purr
becomes a healthy feline shriek.
We are afraid we might incur
the ire of champions of the weak.

Crick, crack,
cat-attack!
One, two,
not a mew!

We bribe the RSPCA
to be quite certain we are free
to swing our moggies every day
with caterwauling liberty.
Domestic cats are all you ought
to wield - yes, only little game:
you must not try this joyful sport
on lion or lynx, however tame.

Crick, crack,
what a whack!
One, two,
mew boohoo!