Mr. Cat-Head Funnel Poem by John Allen Richter

I saw the dog house
while rowing down main
in my pancake boat.
It was kind of soggy,
the dog house, I mean.
And it wouldn't float.

The dog had to be
somewhere, didn't he?
And I found him there.
He ate a hole
in my pancake floor.
Syrup was everywhere!

Silly dog. You can't
eat the pancake boat!
I'll have to row faster.
But heavens no!
That stupid dog just
turned to alabaster….

Well that's just great.
I've got a foot of syrup
and he gets to just sink.
What am I to do?
Think, think, think….
Oooooo! Hit another link!

Now I see a funny looking cat
with a funnel on his head.
I want to throw popcorn in there.
Life is like a string of popcorn.
It's always funnier when you throw
it into a cat-head funnel.

That didn't rhyme.
But it's still funny.
I tracked syrup on your carpet,
and it's runny.
Now that's not funny.
At all.

Have you seen my pills?

Do you think we could fill
that funnel with popcorn
before he could eat it all?
And just see his little whiskers
poking out through them,
like a little popcorn ball?

Let's put some syrup in there too.
I think your cat ate my pills man.
Did he just wink at me?
Ok, where is his right ear?
It was there a minute ago.
Is his name Evander?