My Cat Thinks I'M A Plonker

My cat thinks I’m a plonker. 'And why? ' I hear you ask: ‘O puddy-wuddy sweety beeps, My fluffy-wuffy, time for sleeps… Now come to Daddy for a hug – But is he feeling nice and snug? Let’s rumbly-pumbly on the floor, Then catch a mouse behind the door. O Marmy-Warmy Marmaduke (his name) , You kitty-witty kuky-kuke... ’ I'd called out loud to bring him in, But neighbours hear the wincing din: My puddy’s face now red with shame, He let’s them think it’s just a game. And as he trundles through the door, He glares a glare I’ve seen before – To tell me what I am, so true: An utter plonker, through and through! PS. Poemhunter previously removed this poem probably because I innocently used a common word of affection for cats! I therefore replaced it with 'puddy'. Hopefully it won't get removed this time. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011