Billsborough's cat was dead and gone
for going on a year,
and then, upon an early dawn,
he once more did appear!
Tom tried to read the newspaper,
but found he wasn't able,
because that cat upon it sat,
right there on the table!
"Mr. Purry! " our Tom exclaimed,
"What are you doing here?
I thought that I had buried you
some time in the past year! "
"Yes, that you did, " the cat explained,
"And gave me cause to weep.
I really wasn't dead, you see;
I only was asleep."
"You always were too quick to judge,
hasty, and all that jive.
Wes Vogler may move mighty slow,
but he is still alive! "
"I dug myself out of that dirt,
but it took quite a while.
I thought I'd best not hang around,
so I went off a mile."
"I've lived this year with old man Jones;
he lives on Walnut Street,
and he's been teaching me to talk;
now don't you think that's neat? "
"Now that I can communicate,
I'll stay with you and Mom,
but please don't use my last name now;
like you, my first name's Tom."
Revisiting this wonderful and well crafted poem. Very entertaining.
A very creative and imaginative write. Enjoyable to read from the first line to the last.
Thanks for the comment, Sir Bernard. (They haven't made you a saint yet?)
I thought Tom had written this and I came charging over to read it and WoW for a moment I thought that someone else had a Mr. Purry! ! ! ! This is a delightful poem in honor of his cat- -I should think Tom will love it... I know I do! ! He should not have buried Mr. Purry in Mr. King'd Pet Cemetery.
Thanks for visiting and commenting, Susan. I hope Tom likes it as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know if Tom ever saw this poem before he passed away.