Ice Cream Gran 6 - This Time Its Purrsonal

[This episode in the Ice Cream Gran saga is inspired by Jennifer Proxenos’ comment on another of my poems.] * Ever since she saved the world, she can’t hide any place For now her fame is global and the whole world knows her face But from outside, she hears a loud and quite suspicious din She holds her breath until she’s sure nobody’s coming in Cautiously, she nears her door and opens it a tad Three old ladies stand there, one is bleeding and looks mad She said beneath your car we’ve found a very chilly moggie And it’s been pouring down, so all the roads are cold and soggy I struggle with my knees but still I knelt to set it free I think it’s feral cos it made a jigsaw out of me Turbo Said that car’s not mine, for I am Ice Cream Gran And I take measures to conceal my bright pink ice cream van But let me grab my zimmer and I’ll see what I can do I’d better take some chocolate chips, perhaps a sprout or two She quickly grabbed her mask and cape and went outside to help Then looked under the car before she let out quite a yelp Turbo leapt back from car, she bled where she’d been scratched Her eyes were red like lasers and a vengeful plan was hatched The wheels popped off, the car collapsed and squashed that kitty flat But then the car flipped over to reveal an angry cat Oops, said ice cream Gran as she beheld its cape and mask You only had to purr at me, was that too much to ask For underneath the car was dark, and my excuse is that My special turbo eyesight didn’t see you, Nitro Cat She said you are my cat, we make a top notch turbo team But can’t you just be happy with a dish of whipped ice cream For, yes, I know you like to be the top cat hereabouts But you will be in trouble if you keep eating my sprouts