A CAT’S TALE

I do seem to have been getting occasionally “poetical” of late. Here, for example, is the rather strange response – I don’t know whether you could call it a “poem” as such – I found myself writing in the “comments” section over in “What a Wonderful Life”…

The fish on the dish

Fed the cat on the mat

As the man had a plan

For a house with no mouse

And thought what he ought

About grain in the rain

That he put in his hut

For that treat he could eat

But the rat saw to that

And fled with his bread

Left him forlorn with no corn

And a chap in a flap

Who did spy with his eye

A rat caught by a cat

So he thought what he thought

And he knew quite a few

Made a stray come and stay

Fed him fish from a dish

Bowl of milk, bed of silk

Then he sat with the cat

Pitched a deal for the meal

“No mouse in my house

No rats in the slats

Then a friend ’til the end

We’ll be, don’t you see?

Fancy that, O wise cat?”

The feline reclined

And thought of the sport

Of a spat with a rat

And a dish full of fish

With a bed and well fed

Thought for a bit more

Tilts his head and then said:

“We’ll see…”

Martin A W Holmes 181011

Incidentally, the posting that inspired this literary accident – or perhaps “pile-up” – of sub-Kipling/sub-Seuss nonsense can still be found at: http://bit.ly/oVCKqO (just click on the link).