Control Freak

I heard a sudden wail from the cat
‘Where’s my grub, you useless twat?’
There she was, on the window ledge
She didn’t want to hear Percy Sledge
All they had in common was black
But from Percy, no picnic or snack
Now if she didn’t promptly get her food
Puss would become extremely rude
She cast an eye, yes I was useless
When it came to food, I was clueless
Her whiskers pointed in a direction
Of course it was the ruddy kitchen
Bitch behaved like she was on vacation
Had airs well above her station
No refinement, not civilised
Should I have had her baptised?

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