Two Old Toms


Old Tom, the ex-cabbie Lives alone with his tabby; No money to mention, Both live on his pension.


Old Tom and his master, They share the same space. His paws and his hands, His shaking, his grace.


Bedazzled, bewhiskered; Besotted, beguiled ; Each cares for the other, His favourite child.


Old chap in a flat cap, And Tom through the cat flap, Return from their jaunts From their separate haunts.


Softly purring together, Both twitching their ears; Each Tom nine years old - Nine years old in cat years.


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