Mr. Cat

Mr. Cat had far to go,
Through the desperate, driving snow
To find a shelter for his hide,
Since he was barred from staying inside.

Poor cat! He slowly walked a mile,
Eyes quite green with unspent bile,
Leaving footprints dark and deep -
He should have been snugly asleep.

Oh! The log fire burnt within the grate
As Mr.Cat swore (full of hate),
Wishing he was sprawled out wide
And fat and warm on his plump side.

Pass the pudding, raise a cheer,
Have more turkey now, my dear -
Pull a cracker, wear a hat,
Good riddance to that dratted cat!

Sad he plodded, cross he wailed,
Sadly caterwauling failed,
Off he trotted, very low,
Slinking, sinking through the snow.

Oh! The passion in his heart
Bursting his small frame apart -
The hatred for the feast he saw
As he was kicked out of the door.

Pass the snowflakes, find some ice,
The freezing cold is not so nice -
Pull a tendon, feel quite sore,
The wind is blowing now, it's raw.

Mr. Cat, what have you done,
Why have you missed out on this fun -
What was it made those people do
The Unspeakable to you ?

Oh! Mr.Cat, I wish you'd smile,
As you grimly walk your mile,
I wish that you'd admire with me
This world of soft snowy beauty.

Please, Mr. Cat, don't leave us here,
Enjoying all this festive cheer -
Find a nearby sheltered place,
Somewhere to hide your coal-black face.

Then leave the outhouse, leave the trees,
Skulk around our back door, please -
We need to hear your piteous miaow,
Saying you want to come in now.

Oh Mr. Cat, I see you still,
I'm resting on my windowsill -
There! You've gone, still grimly certain,
As I draw my gingham curtain.

Oct. 20001