Tom and Clara

Tom Blacks's
 Black tom
Dusty and hairy,
 Used to hang round
Sam Whites Dairy,
 Sam White
Bought dog
 Called it Clara,
Big dog chase cat
 Out of dairy,
Black tom
 Not hurt
Don't like Clara,
 Thinks life's not nice,
Now Sams bought her.

 Cats think
Cats do,
 Scheming and nasty,
How to rid the world
 Of Clara's,
Midnight
 Shed roof
Cat half sleeping,
 Thinks up plan
To do in Clara,
 Big dog
Not daft,
 Trifle slow though,
Not as quick as
 Tom Blacks Tom.

Tom sneaks
 Slowly
Round the dustbins,
 Makes no sound
While Clara sleeps,
 Suddenly
Noisily
 Tom screams loudly,
Frightens Clara
 Who barks rapidly,
Tom runs 
 Sharply
Round the milk crates,
 Clara sees him
Follows wildly,
 Milk crates
Scattering
 Bottles all shattering,
Dog runs riot
 All round yard,
Clara
 Treads on
Small glass splinter
 Hearts front paw
And cries in pain.

Black Tom
 Sits by
Sam Whites window,
 Looks inside 
At 
 Nice warm fire,
There on
 Soft rug
Lays Old Clara,   
 Front paw bandaged
Milk in 
 Saucer,
Tom Blacks
 Black Tom
Ain't not happy,
 Now much more
He don't like Clara.


                   Tony