gingerjon
master brummie
Sir Thomas
Good morning Sir Thomas
You’re looking exceptionally bright
Lazing in the sun by day
Go from room to room at night
You are elegantly handsome
And so immaculately groomed
There’s no need for adornment
Or be expensively perfumed
Serving you breakfast at 9 am
Pull back blinds to let in fresh air
You rag -doll cat with your azure eyes
See you’re already purring there
Widening his bright blue eyes
In an a relaxed cool hard stare
Takes in the crème de la crème
Their’s nothing surprising there
Settling down his eyes all aglow
Like an organ he starts to whirr
Till gradually Sir Thomas becomes
One deep and rumbling purr.
He rubs himself against my leg
When at last from the table above;
A saucer is set down for him -
How he wallows in such love.
Hunching over the saucer’s rim,
His whiskers white as white can be
His tail lies flat and a brown tipped paw
Is tucked under each curve of knee.
His body folds in a relaxing heap -
In the depth of the wide arm-chair;
There he lies in a dreaming sleep
Of eating fish an excellent fare
The time we‘ve left together now
Will be treasured like the past
Sir Thomas will always be there
To give his love till the very last
Good morning Sir Thomas
You’re looking exceptionally bright
Lazing in the sun by day
Go from room to room at night
You are elegantly handsome
And so immaculately groomed
There’s no need for adornment
Or be expensively perfumed
Serving you breakfast at 9 am
Pull back blinds to let in fresh air
You rag -doll cat with your azure eyes
See you’re already purring there
Widening his bright blue eyes
In an a relaxed cool hard stare
Takes in the crème de la crème
Their’s nothing surprising there
Settling down his eyes all aglow
Like an organ he starts to whirr
Till gradually Sir Thomas becomes
One deep and rumbling purr.
He rubs himself against my leg
When at last from the table above;
A saucer is set down for him -
How he wallows in such love.
Hunching over the saucer’s rim,
His whiskers white as white can be
His tail lies flat and a brown tipped paw
Is tucked under each curve of knee.
His body folds in a relaxing heap -
In the depth of the wide arm-chair;
There he lies in a dreaming sleep
Of eating fish an excellent fare
The time we‘ve left together now
Will be treasured like the past
Sir Thomas will always be there
To give his love till the very last
