by Nick Gisburne
Surrounded by a sea of crooning cats
We dangle flailing fairies on a string
Amused, the felines chuckle in their chats
But some suspect it’s supper time, and sing
Beguiling ballads saturate the sky
The fairy flappers sigh a sad response
A mournful moan to make the kittens cry
Who wave their whiskers woefully at once
The pussycats parade their purrs again
A furry fanfare, shivering with song
We lower down the lines and count to ten
And hope the silky strings are safe and strong
The fairies catch the kittens by the tail
We serve them, sliced and smoked, with yards of ale
