This Is a Poem Story About a Cat Named Thomas

>For twenty-one years I was an Inspector in the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, although it is more easy to say the RSPCA. A love of animals has never left me and of course who am I to deny them a few poems. This one I did forward to my old headquarters. Someone read it and thought it was, 'very good.' Praise indeed. This is a poem story, about a cat named Thomas. Thomas was a black cat, a full tom still yet. As his flipping owner, took him not to a vet. Thomas was a full tom, he had fights like that. But his flipping owner, took him not to the vet. In time he stunk the house out, as his scent he did spray. As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet. Always he did wander, fighting other cats galore. Looking for a female, with whom he hoped to score. As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet. Then one day he returned home, tired and battle scarred. But his flipping owner, took him not to the vet He was so sick one day, a man in dark did call. Thomas tried to run away, but was caught in the hall. As his flipping owner, took him not to the vet. Thomas was taken away, by someone from the RSPCA. And that was when, I can say Thomas saw the vet that day. Thomas was examined, his wounds were dressed you know. And he lost his manhood, they really had to go. Thomas got a new home, now he is full of fun. Does not need to wander, fight, then have to run. Thomas well that's his name, don't know what it was before. Now I must go I hear a scratch, it's Thomas at my door. I have now adopted him, from the RSPCA. And as he now looks at me, I've one thing left to say. As I am now his new owner and if he does not look well. I'll take him to the flipping vets, even if he does meow. I realize on BBC News there was some confusion about calling a British veterinary surgeon a vet, there being confusion with a veteran from the forces. This is not the case as almost 50 years ago we were calling our veterinary surgeon's vets for short. Incidentally I was actually a veteran myself then, so young. My how time passes. (TmA)<