Copying The Cat

The Cats of Christmas Present

The cat’s been getting in the crib again
and she sits there with aplomb.
She’s making a mess and the crib looks like
it’s been hit by an atom bomb.

There’s shepherds scattered across the floor,
the kings are on their backs,
the cat is beaming; then, licking her lips,
resumes her wild attacks.

The cat’s been climbing the Christmas tree,
assaulting it day and night,
there’s baubles rolling around the tiles;
she’s swallowed a fairy light.

The toddler is taking tips,
delighted by the clamour,
she’s eyeing up the Christmas cake
and looking for the hammer.

We know the cat’s a Christmas fan
in fact, she is devout,
but a look at the crib or the Christmas tree
and common sense is out.