Kippers Song
PART ONE
I mew at the morning moon
Too soon arrives the noon
Our Sun melts the beautiful dew
A new day is due
Time takes its own course, of course
We follow the river back to the source
Of light, mystery, black holes as a resource
This cat has no master, akin to the horse
PART TWO
Silent Siamese Sian
She secretly sleeps
Some seventy six spiral stairs seeming sneaky, stealthy
So snow surrenders to Sunday’s Sun and steams somewhat on soft soil
Smoke rising in the pale yellow haze
Rays that would surely seem shallow to some distant sacred shining star
That attract a cats lazy gaze
Not far past dawn
This feline’s yawning
Clearly the sun’s curfew is done
A magnificent spectacle on the lawn
But nothing to write home about, son
Indeed, nothing to wake up for, even, Sian
I’ll put a paw over my nose to please my pawn master
When he wakes from his slumber, if he ever does so
Prawn basket, my dream before the morn entered the temple
A basket full of prawns…they must all be for Sian!
PART THREE
My master is plain lazy
But I love him so
Cats calling Humans lazy?
I wish he was a robot though
He breathes down my neck
Through his spectacular nose
Who knows the spectacle
Of those pale shallows?
I read my masters dream
Master, wake up!
Oh you woke me up again
Roger, really
It’s like coming home
When I sit on your lap
While this lyric is easy
For you are reciting from a cat!
Save me do
A tank! No
My master sees no sunlight
Vitamin D deficiency
Oh, do ray me
Or even
Doh ray me me do
That’s nice
That’s what I think as I watch…
As we watch cricket
What’s cricket?
Did America invent it?
Take me down the pub
I want to get laid
That’s me in three months
And so this tail ends
Abruptly
So see you soon
On my lap
Someday
Yeah OK?
OK!
PART FOUR
You stare at me too much
Am I your affection or your desire?
I’m proud of that bit
Master i’m dreaming!
I love it when you sing for me
And I love you, Roger
You have your ways, I suppose 8)
Please give me fresh fish on Friday
I’ll go to the market with you
If i’m not dreaming, i’m daydreaming
As I am interrupted in the midst of a dream
About my mummy, master
I miss her so
Rzzzzzzzz!!!!
May I have some wine?
And some cheese?
Maybe?
Prawns on Wednesday, please
Oh Roggy?
Write a song about me?
Oh, after a ciggie
I dont admire them
Because it makes u smell
And act funny
Do you put them over me?
What could be more important than me?
Mew!
Pitiful Mew!
Master?
Make the ciggie the reward, not…
Oh I meant
Cig as reward, not the fuel.
Perhaps not a reward
For not smoking!
Master it’s the end of the page!
My Cake Tea 