The Cry of a Love-Lorn Tom
Abed last night
I woke in fright
At a fearsome burst of song.
'Twas a caterwaul,
A mating call;
The cry of a love-lorn tom.
I raised the blind,
Looked out to find
Just where 'twas coming from.
This accolade
Of serenade
With cry of a love-lorn tom.
I took a shoe
Which I then threw
To express my rage complete.
'Twas no avail.
The diresome wail
Continued in the street.
Tom was in must,
(A frenzied lust),
He'd craved a pussy too long.
When one he saw
He arched and swore
The cry of a love-lorn tom.
My other shoe
I took and threw
My boots to boot, ... and more
'Til slippers went
By when I'd spent
My ammunition store
So out the door
I rushed, and swore,
With just my night shirt on.
Goaded by
That screeching cry;
The cry of a love-lorn tom.
The door behind,
(As was designed)
Swung shut and latched again.
Sore distressed,
And barely dressed,
I was barefoot in the lane.
When Tom saw me
He scampered free
And now he is long gone.
While shiver I,
Benighted by
The cry of that love-lorn tom.
Dear friends. Beware!
Don't interfere
Pray heed this "tail" so long
And don't assail
That feline male
When he cries he's a love-lorn tom.
Β©Petter Finne.
how much did you really have on when you got locked out?! Asking for a friend.. Wonderful poem. You should get it published. There are a few more cat lovers out in the world who would love to read it.
I had put on a pair of men's knickers only. I lived in the tropics.
Feel free to post the poem elsewhere. Just retain my copyright text.
@Petter Great! I have a couple cat lover friends. I will advise them the same.
@EyesThatSmile I've just posted a very different sort of poem in the sexual deviants group!
Very funny
I love writing either light hearted poetry, such as this one, or "deep" poetry.
@Petter Your story reminded me of an incident many years ago. After a mates stag party I stayed overnight in a country hotel. I was in the annex and it was in the days before en suite bathrooms. In the middle of the night i got up to go to the bathroom and as it was a warm night I was sleeping au natural. I found the bathroom ok but got lost and couldn't find my room. I opened one door to hear this deep male voice say "hello". That one was hurriedly closed.
I don't know how long I wandered the corridors of that hotel but with great relief I eventually found my room. Fortunately unlike you I had left the door unlocked,
Have you ever had any published ?
That'll teach him to throw shoes at a love-lorn Tom. LOL
"Him" is actually a slightly embellished "me", in my mid twenties. The poem is indeed based on an actual incident.
@Petter Well done, Petter... You've a great talent. I have to ask, was that last word not meant to be "Song" instead of "Tom"?
@Captain_Feelgood No. Definitely he is "a love-lorn Tom".
@Petter Oops,, I misread it,,, I thought it said "When he cries his love-lorn tom." And I thought,, oh never mind.. Well done.
Catch & neuter that Tom lest he suffer & cry lorn of love.
Maybe. But put your door latch on "hold" first. This poem reflects an incident in my "mid-twenties" life, but with a bit of "poetic licence".
I thought they'd all be sacrificed by now to the great C19 virus.
I note, according to the media most despised by you, that N.Korea is demanding all pet dogs be surrendered so they can be eaten.
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They'd be better reverting to cannibalism.
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@FrayedBear Ooooon is eating all of the food. Evidenced by his gout. Importing caviar & champagne tho.
@FrayedBear Looks like an extremist "news" site. But .....
@Petter it was linked out of RT
@FrayedBear, @Petter RT = RUSSIA TODAY
@Petter You are imo becoming very curmudgeonly. Isn't "her indoors" well/ not doing the washing up/ vacuuming?
@Petter throwing things at poor tom cats! Just because you are dissatisfied!