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Cheese and Pickles

PostPosted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 4:23 pm
by Megan
This is a true story. I've changed my cat's name to protect his identity. And to help achieve an AsphodelElysium-pleasing title.


Cheese and Pickles

I saw a little mouse today
Rustling in the heady hay
Was it at work or was it at play?
With mice it can be hard to say

I do not think it was a rat
If it was t’would have been bigger than that
And its tail would have been longer
And its body altogether bigger and stronger

I watched awhile in the dusty shed
As the mouse made itself a little bed
Still I sat so as not to alarm it
I really didn’t want to harm it

I gave it a little bit of cheese
Which I found in a pocket of my chemise
It held it in its tiny claws
And nibbled on it without a pause

Suddenly by my side was my cat Pickles :evil:
Come to pester me for some tickles
He jumped up on my lap and purred
I shushed him: don’t say a word!

The mouse carried on a-scurrying
Hithering, thithering and a-hurrying
Oblivious, it seemed, to our intrusion
Happy, it seemed, for our inclusion

Together we watched the little beast
Till it for Pickles :evil: it became a feast
For the cat did what it always does if you let it
It grabbed the mouse and promptly ate it :twisted:

PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:18 am
by AsphodelElysium
I love it! And the title is fabulous! :D It reminds me in a way of that poem about the cat and the fishbowl, with that famous line, "all that glisters is not gold." I think it might have been Gray, but I swear to nothing. I adore the playfulness of this one and can sympathize with the aggravation/pride of having a good mouser for a cat. :lol: