You left the dead body on the landing;
do you have no understanding
of how these criminal cases go?
The detective examined the body,
the coroner told him the cause:
‘A sharp bite to the back of the neck,
whilst held between two paws.’
And in your defence…?
Never set sail
with a cat with no tale;
he won’t keep you amused on the voyage…
Subtitle: Eaten By Cats
All through her life
She was eaten by cats;
‘Feed them,
Water them
(so they grow)’
She gave them names
So she’d know
which was which;
Toys she supplied
And scratching posts, too;
She had more big cats
Than the tiniest zoo.
And as she grew older
The cats came and went
She replaced a lost ‘kitty’
With a ‘kitty’ from Kent
(Oh, yes, she adopted them, too!)
And the numbers increased
There were dozens and more;
She kept fifty in the house
And had another fifty at the door.
Then, one day, she died;
And the cats were not fed:
“Feed us, Feed us! Here and now!”
Which is what they were saying with their ‘Me-ow, meow!” It is said.
The cats did ask
The cats did beg
Until one hungry tabby
Sniffed hungrily at a leg…
Rosie is our cat
And a pretty cat at that
She likes to sit on a mat
And make like a bat;
Upon the door she knocks ‘rat-a-tat-tat!’
And she knows where she’s at;
She’s ever so small;
And you can’t say she’s fat;
She has no excess poundage,
She’s as lean a gnat;
I don’t think we’ve seen her wearing a hat;
Or dressed to the nines
In some cast off tat.
In fact, Rosie has perfect pitch
And sings in B flat;
I could say much more
But, I’ll leave it at that.
Sleepy head
are you dead
or are you just asleep?
If you are dead
I won’t bake bread
I’ll just lay here and weep
And if you’re asleep
I’ll bake that bread
I have a breakfast date to keep
People say that there should be
MoorCat Poems
So, I thought that I’d write one, or three, or more.
But, probably just the one.
So,
Moorcat, Moorcat on the loose
Are you wild about the moose
Or do you have no opinion on the matter
Of whether you eat your fish in batter;
And are suchlike questions perturbing your mind?
Are they?
Mouse, not Moose!
2am Mouse
Mouse. Definitely!
Rosie Cat has a playmate;
Tom and Jerry time!
I capture said mouse;
Release him safely anon;
Away from the house.
He got on a train
Going to Cheeseborough;
Third class ticket mouse.
I didn’t tell him
That there was no cheese there, now
But, there had been… once.
Posted in Cat, Haiku, Mouse, Tom and Jerry
Tagged #CatandMouse, #Mouse, #mpy, #RosieCat, #TomandJerry, cat, Haiku
