169 – Litter Mug

Poem number 169
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Litter Mug
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The cat tray’s full of shit again
And massive clumps of wee
Some bugger’s got to clean it
And that bugger’s always me.
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The neighbours feed them caviar
With full cream milk on tap
But it’s never them, just always me
That has to clean the crap.
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I guess I’m just the litter mug
The neighbours have it right
They rent the cat in daytime
Then just kick it out at night.
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Why pay for vets and bedding
Or to have a pet insured –
There’s no need to buy a kitty cat
When Muggins lives next door.

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