Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,738 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Herbert And The Cats - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Old Herbert, hater of the feline species
Nearly got one at twenty feet with a schnapps bottle;
these hairy rats piss on my cauliflowers
he winded through yellow molars.
That was a Tuesday, a wet one.

Been in the garage again, these smellies,
I heard them coughing between the tyres;
the doors have more scratches than Gran`s glasses.
The postman, an outsider to the human race, must
have let them in. Send em back to Egypt, these purrers.
That was Thursday; better weather.

The cats must have killed him.
As brave streeters we lined up at the funeral.
We all slightly lifted a leg in his honour, without scorn.
Might have been a Friday, but I`m not sure now.

Comments about Herbert And The Cats by Leslie Philibert

  • David Wood (4/2/2013 11:05:00 AM)

    A purrrrfect poem, a moggies delight (Report) Reply

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  • Poetheart Morgan (3/30/2013 9:04:00 AM)

    Welcome Herbert at heaven! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 28, 2013

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