Cat-Nips Anonymous

It was seven forty five
and the end of the day,
many would go home
and few would stay.
The lights were turned off
and the doors were all locked.
All except one,
through which few had walked.

Through here they would arrive
at sharply eight o'clock,
There was no need for words,
No need to knock.
"Who are these figures?"
you would quietly quiz
They are the Cat-Nips,
Anonymous, that is.

There was Barry and Jerry
And Jack and Bloke
Not to mention Gus,
Oh Gus, you joke.
And Thompson and Tingle
And Mittens and Matt
And let's not forget Buttons,
Buttons the cat.

A dimly lit gynasium
Sets the stage for the scene,
With a circle of chairs
And one for the dean.
At the centre he sits
Our Buttons the cat,
Where he helps out our friends,
With cat-nip at that.

When all were assembled
and one mustered the pride,
Our very own Thompson
Took a healthy stride
To the centre of the circle
Beside Buttons and stated:
"I have a problem. It's the nip.
I'm sedated."

A hush came over the crowd
As Buttons came to his side
"There there", he said,
"That took a lot of pride.
I'm proud of you all.
We're all here you see,
Because it is my dream
To be cat-nip free."

He eased the tension
With his words of peace,
And encouraged Mittens
To commence his release
"For a whole three weeks
I've been off the nip,
I feel strong, I feel good
I finally have a grip."

A loud applause filled the room
With smiles and a cheer,
"Congratulations Buttons!
The end is here.
For it was my duty to fight,
And see things be
The way it was meant to,
as healthy and cat-nip free."