The End Of The Cat Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The End Of The Cat

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Once there was a little bitty,
Persian cat named Nittigritty,
did not hunt for mice or rats
yawned when faced with flying bats,
was a nuisance and expense
Father thought it made no sense
to keep feeding such a sponger,
mother took the toilet plunger
chased the cat into the yard
grandma there was rend'ring lard.
Cat fell in the lard container,
went through the electric strainer
out the other end she came
and she did not look the same.
From that day the house was quiet
no more trouble, smell or riot,
though the kids had lost a friend
yes, it was a tragic end.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Herbert Nehrlich1 07 August 2005

I like this. Two poets and a pretender on the same page. Thanks Raynette. H

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Raynette Eitel 07 August 2005

You know really interesting animals...and most of this audience won't have a clue what 'rendering lard' means. Ah, the benefits (?) of aging! Fun poem Raynette

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