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Tigger's Plight Under The House!I got a lovely flat you know, All of me very own, Then I got a cat called Tigger, Cos I was feeling all alone! But under the stairs had no floor, And Tiggs kept running away, Under the stairs, under the house, Every flippin' day! He would come back up all filthy, Full of cobwebs and muck, And now and again, quite often, He was always, always stuck! ‘Tigger, Tigger!' I'd shout, But the little imp wouldn't come out! ‘Come and get your dinner Tiggs!' You'd always hear me shout! But he's a crafty blighter, And knew what I was about, I would wait for ages, And still he wouldn't come out! So I blocked the hole up with all sorts, Wood, boxes, and stuff… But still he went down the hole! Full of muck and fluff! ‘Blimey,' I muttered each day to meself, ‘What am I going to do!' While every day, Tiggs went down… Oh what he put me through! So I got my son one day, and begged, ‘Please help me son!' ‘Fix the hole under the stairs, Cos me life just isn't fun!' So he did, he built it all in, and now, Oh the peace and the glee, Tigger can't any more run… Under the house away from me! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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