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Typical
Cats It’s getting late and time for
bed And all the pusses must be fed They’ve done their rounds and
made for home For no one is allowed to roam So when they are all safely in The feeding frenzy can begin With mammies bending from the
waist Serving food with clumsy haste Some like meat and some like fish Some commute from dish to dish Some get bored with just one
bite And mammies spin from left to
right Trying this then trying that Swapping plates from cat to cat Grinding teeth and making
threats Like kicks up bums and trips to
vets. When finally all cats are pleased And mammies’ nerves are
slightly eased We dare not even move or cough In case it puts the diners off!
Their little lips all smack with pleasure And when they’ve eaten at their
leisure The next thing will be warm
cooked meat Until their tums
are quite replete Squirty
cream’s “Dessert le chat” And when the hordes have dealt
with that They stroll away to take their
ease Without so much as “Ta” or
“Please” So mammies bend down once again To scoop up plates, despite
back pain Throw out leavings, wash and
dry Then turn away with thankful
sigh. But as they try to leave the room The greedy crowd returns to
loom Then mammies say, “You’ve all
been fed That’s it! Buzz off! We’re going
to bed!” Barbara Bates |
