Today has been perfect from start to finish, Pa got up early, we had a wonderful breakfast together and I even managed to do some gardening, we have all been so happy and busy, the house is full of sunlight and flowers from the garden. We did all the chores in record time thanks to Pa and after a dinner of lasagne we are all ready for an early night. As I am too sleepy to write much I thought perhaps a poem would be a good idea. It is one I wrote a few weeks ago,and is dedicated to the one and only, the very lovely, the totally adorable, Miss Tiggy Twigs.
TWIGGIES POEM
The name of the cat was twiggy that mooched around the house
And times were very hard for every vole and rat and mouse
Even the starlings looked askance before they took a bath,
In case the dreaded twiggy was lurking on the path.
She prowled and stalked and sprang and pounced on all that she could see,
And so they rats decided that a reckoning there must be
When asked if he would do the job the badgers lame excuse
Was, I'm much too old and busy and besides my teeth are loose.
They asked the fox if he would chase her from the property,
You must be joking he replied its she that chases me!
And so they hired a handy dog to do the awful deed,
A very large bull terrier with a scary turn of speed.
So as he chased Miss Twig their cheers rose higher than a mountain,
And they celebrated their success by tiddling in the fountain.
But when the dog did not return to take his murderers pay,
The cheering stopped and one by one they quietly slunk away.
The postman found the grim remains, and as he told the tale
Of how Twigs fought the fearsome hound, The rats and mice turned pale
As Twiggy walked in through the gate with the swagger of a winner,
The rats ran off before their foe cat slaughtered them for dinner.
They really thought that they had won, they' d all thought that was that
And thus began the legend of Twigs, the once and future cat.
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