Wousers and my various mothers

I have had a wealth of mothers
Of the human kind
I was the famous waitrose cat
Which kind of blew my mind
I lived in Berkhamsted
And walked there everyday
Across the main Road down the hill
I did that come what may
Everyday i dodged the cars
And These Berkhamsted people they
Are a bunch of snobs some of them
Fighting all the way
Reversing Speeding in the car park
Every single one
I Had to have my wits about me
When the day was done

Sometimes the dragon goddess
Came in her black soul
She didnt come that often
She hastened to take the role
Of smiling at me and chatting to me
In her friendly way
And given the chance only needing one
I jumped into her car that day

And I never looked back
Adoption, she was my, queen of the night
I needed to be with her always
I knew in my heart it was right
She Had a dragon motif
A mythical creature and she
Took me back to her castle
And ever since then I can see

Her beautiful wonderful garden
Bushes and trees everywhere
Wousers and wabbits to chase every moment
And Ofcourse all the wonderful air
The fields at the back
Full of dreamies butterflies dragonflies, they
Paradise she brought me fortune and wealth
And her beautiful self everyday

I am in love with her being
Her castle is beautiful too
I take live wousers the rebel rousers
Into the house yes I do
i know that she loves them
For she never shouts
Never jumps up and down not a bit
There are live ones upstairs and Live ones down stairs
And nobody Having a fit

She is thoughtful buying me chicken
Not cow beef not lamb and not hog
She feels its more natural for me to catch chicken
And every day we go for a jog
Up in the fields and she chats to me
She cares and if doggies come by
She is quick to pick me up and give me love
Which gentle folks is now why

I just love to be here close by her side
Smelling her perfume trying to hide
In her breath in her arms as Close as can be
Hearing her heart beat when she’s close to me
Watching her read and watch the TV
Watching her smile and sometimes I see
A tear or two running down her soft cheek
She’s a sensitive soul Just trying to eke
A degree of existence from her castle to where
that poet comes sometimes with his beard and his hair

He seems to like Mummy he is gentle and kind
He helps with the paperwork thats what I find
It seems he has pain and walks with extra legs
And be doesn’t eat meat or drink milk or eat eggs
But they seem to get on he comes here by car
And I quite like him he doesn’t come far
He comes from outside the dangerous place
out of bounds to me where I musn’t chase

I watch his eyes and his wrinkled brow
I think he loves coming like me he knows how
Lovely mummy is and How caring too
Its good they are friends and do what Friends do
I hear he’s a writer and acts as my scribe
He listens to me and helps me imbibe
My thoughts through to him
Which he writes down in rhyme
And presents them to mummy
Time after time

So you see it is good when he comes
For he writes my thoughts down and its true
I have some
And its good we communicate good that she knows
How much I love to be here at her toes
She has given me a cupboard in the kitchen
And there
Are my fishy biscuits yes I am aware
Luca’s upstairs and plays with me too
So i live in a castle with just these two