I'm trying to write this poem
But sommat's in the way
I little ginger and white cat
Keeps asking me to play.

I push him off the bed
Then carry on with my pen
But he'll just bounce right back
And hassle me again.

He'll crawl onto my lap
I just cant keep him off
Then suddenly grow tired
And leaves in his little huff.

He sits and sulks, eyes half shut
Tail wrapped around quiet paws
His amber eyes watch my every move
As he sits in the corner on the floor.

And then up once more, just one more time
He'll bounce onto my book.
He'll take the risk, and try again,
Cos he knows at heart I'm a sook.