It’s a cheater

My lover broke a wine bottle
I put him on the bed and took out his splinters withtweezers.
I stitched him up completely…he’ll be fine in a few weeks time when the cuts are all healed.
Meanwhile he’s resting in the cat’s basket.And the cat is in bed with me.
Well,I thought he was a cat at first…turns out to be my ex… he still had a door key.
He said,what’s going on?There’s a man in a casket.
I said,No, he’s in a basket
So he said,how big is your cat.
I showed him a photo.
That’s no cat it’s a cheetah,he informed me.
Just like you,I said naughtily
So he took the fence and ran away to sea…I hope it floats.
He ought to join the navy but he wore bottle green.
Why are bottles green,I wonder?
And I like blue glass though not in shards.
So now the cat sleeps in a cot with its kittens… and feeds them all on demand and me as well.
That’s a saving grace

nymore