I fed a ginger tom one night
I fed it sardines and milk.
It must have been a stray
for I could feel its bones.
I thought about calling cyril or jones.
It followed me home
But you see I wasn't allowed to let in
No matter how much I began to moan.
It gave me a sad look
I gave it a hug.
I hope it didn't have fleas
Or little biting bugs.
A ginger tom