There once was a mouse
Who lived in our house
That ate all the cheese and custard
That was until we found Busted
He was a cat that had done the rounds
With at least one hundred hounds
His tail was quite bent
His ears they were lent
He was quite slim
When we found him
Though around the town
He was no clown
He very soon earnt his keep
Catching that mouse while we were asleep
Watching him play with his catch
We knew there would never be a match.
That must have been a fat little mouse. If I were the cat I myself would drink the Foster's having built up a thirst catching that mouse. I can't believe they brew it in Canada for the USA. I prefer that sixteen proof stuff you guys have there as that will get you loaded enough to chase some mice around. Send me some, I'm begging......
AMUSING, WITTY & CHARMING PENNING, MY DEAR....PUSS & BOOTS NEXT? LOL! FJR
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I would like to translate this poem
I love your sense of play!