Had some trouble with my head,
the psychiatrist said.
It’s no bloody use,you asking me?
I’m as nuts as you,you see.
then we had a little chat,
she told me all about her cat,
what they disgussed,when they’re alone,
apparently he could use the phone?
as I was sat puzzling,
the telephone began to ring,
“here”she said”it’s for you”
but all the cat said was”mew!mew!mew!”
“stupid cat”
“you mad old cow”I was forced to say.
“you’re a waste of money,I wont pay”
So decided to go to the shops,
by the dog some tasty chops,
made sure them chops were really lean,
if they’re not the dog gets mean.
he wont growl or even bite,
but he wont speak to me all night.

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.