My Burberry Cat

 
Have you ever seen my Burberry cat
He matches my Burberry baseball hat
He sports a stylish Burberry cravat
He’s stuffed with fluff, he’s round and fat
He doesn’t meow he doesn’t purr
He’s made of cloth and has no fur
He doesn’t eat, he doesn’t chew
No litter tray that smells of poo
All six whiskers are now missing
A faded mouth from too much kissing
One wonky eye, a pink scuffed nose
A gammy leg with three squashed toes
A torn ear, a broken tail
He’s elderly now and somewhat frail
I’ve had him such a long, long time
To part with him would be a crime
But part with him I’m told I must
I’m not a child, I must adjust
And put away these childish things
And just accept what adulthood brings

But

As I placed him in the bag
I experienced a major snag
Finally happened, don’t know how
I clearly heard his first meow
A single tear was in his eye
Maturity I must defy
He’s here to stay and that is that
My worn, well loved Burberry cat