Seven lives gone and only two left for Tom,
Tom as in cat and not jewellery
although I thought that might have fooled me.

Two being the double of one
makes Tom a happy cat.

I'm tired
worked late
thought I'd have shuffled off Seven
and moved on to eight
but here I am with
toast and jam
a cup of sweet tea
glad I've got two lives
though I'd much prefer three.

Actually
Tom doesn't really exist
I made him up
Tom's fourth on the list
of names that I use to
confuse
nosey parkers.

That's it
I'm done now
going to sleep
don't want my writing
to keep
you awake.