Load of Balls

We've been talking about nighties. I have a black one and a red one The black one says on the front. 'It takes balls to wear something like this'. The red one says. 'Luckily I've still got mine,' unlike the cat I have to say.

Minus Two is my name,

A neutered cat of not a little fame.

Neither girl nor boy

I still purr with joy.

Where my BALLS should be I’m flat,

and every other cat near me

lauds my ambiguity

I am a neutered cat .

 From my BALLS  I’m separated.

Pickled in a jar,

down at the vets they are

along with all the other sets of BALLS and organs

from animals like me.

I am a neutered cat, and thankful at least in that

If ever I jump a thorny hedge

Or barbed wire fence, or glass topped walls

I don’t get hung up by the BALLS

Indignity for all to see.

  

A verse by Ben Corde, the poet Laureate of Combe St Nicholas. with apologies.