I’m a C-A-T and I’ve lost my purr,
I’m down in the dumps, and losing my fur,
Once such a beauty, a Persian delight,
But now, frankly, I’m a terrible sight.
I’m a C-A-T who’s hair is all knotted,
With teeth that now have nearly rotted,
I’ve got unpleasant breath, an irksome cough,
In the past I was a superb show-off.
I’m a C-A-T who’s thin tail won’t wag,
Life for me now has become a real drag,
I need to find some top moggy magic,
The state I’m in, you can say, is tragic.
I’m a C-A-T who once was swanky,
Would never stand any hanky-panky,
But now I’m left, a poor sad old feline,
Couldn’t even attract a porcupine.
I’m a C-A-T that had all the cream,
Style, grace and oodles of such self esteem,
A new voice and long coat, is all I ask,
Would that be pleading for too great a task.
I’m a C-A-T so I won’t give in,
I’ll practice my scales and pamper my skin,
And then once again I shall walk the tiles
Grinning. Like a Cheshire Cat, full of smiles.
© Ernestine Northover
Purrfect Ernestine, sorry could't resist that. I had a cat some time ago, She lived to a very old age, I loved her very much. Even when she became deaf and blind, she went out every day. She still new which way to go, in sun and in snow. She was even so brave she sometimes got lost, and such was her fame, the neighbours always returned her to us. With love from David
Ernestine, your moggie is adorable and lively and - well a bit of a Mehitabel. I've not seen this side of you before. What a delight! love, Allie Catte prrrrrrrrrrrr ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Madmoiselle C.A.T, I will toujour wait for you with a white stripe down your back, yours sincerely, Pepe le Pew. (Its Danny really)
An interesting moggy tale here Ernestine, poor old cheshire cat, '10' for this, love Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent again Ernestine, I love your Pam Ayres type poems, they really lift your spirits. Love Andrew xx