by Nick Gisburne
A catastrophic clanger kills the cat
A whisker-splitting scream confirms the loss
It made a little nest inside my hat
While I was being bullied by the boss
A wizard with a temper torn from Hell
He tapped a wand of warning to my hand
Explaining that my last pathetic spell
Had poached a pixie’s penis, not as planned
Resigned to kick his crystals in my sleep
I found myself still clinging to the job
And threw a fairy football, long and deep
To feed the Hat of Horrors I call ‘Bob’
If no one saw the sleeping cat inside
Then why am I to blame for how he died?
