Blinky, the world’s slowest cat lived on Mill Street in London, an unremarkable street,​

Until the howling cat came on the scene, wanting to be heard,​

When people would walk by the cat would be crawling, crawling with a tail so loooooonnnngggg,​

What a poor sight to see, when people would stop again, Blinky was still in the same spot,​

Oh, poor dear, what is wrong with this cat? Why, he must be the world’s slowest cat.​

If people would just carefully observe they would see, Blinky had a rock lying atop his shaggy tail,​

So stretched was his tail from trying to escape, he was losing fur, ouch​

All he wanted was some help to lift the rock, but the joggers’ eyes were glued to their phones, literally, only able to see the world through a small slit,​

What a world we live in to not help such a creature. If only our eyes were not attached to our phones, perhaps a crowbar would help.​

Finally, he was free when a gale force wind blew the rock away, and poor Blinky with it as well. Blink and he was gone.​