The Toothpaste Race - by Gary Hargreaves

The day my toothpaste raced the cat
Was cold with spots of rain
Tabby was hot and sweated alot
And the toothpaste ran like a train

Over the pans and skittles and pins
The two of them battled all day
Not one to shirk, I'd been to work
To earn my daily pay

At half past five I entered my flat
And saw the feline stood
Paws up high, twinkle in eye
Just like a winner should

I looked around for the loser tube
But to my great dismay
The over raced spearmint paste
Was squashed so I threw it away.

Gary Hargreaves 2006