Oh No.. Not Again!

What is it about cats and paper? Right, I'm out on the lawn Minding my own sweet Business and reading this garbage About illegal Immigration And how it's ruining the Nation. Almost on every page.. Would you credit? I mean, come on, you twit, My ancestors were Viking And it was much to their liking To rape and to pillage Prioritizing priories And many a defenceless village And then settle down, sit tight On the land. No invite You see! Well, that's history. But back to the original story. As stated before I'm on my own Paper spread neatly across the lawn When who should creep up And lower its fat weight Upon my late If not lamented story, Now buried beneath a clump of black fur. The little beggar, it even Has the cheek to purr As though it's done me a favour. It happens every time. Guess I never learn!