Sir Millhouse is a fellow of greed.
If I'm not there when it's time to feed,
He casts furtive glance from left to right
Eats my bowl first, the cheeky mite!
Then, when I stroll up to eat my share
The bowl is clean, there's nothing there!
Sir Millhouse, at's own bowl, all slobbery
Says, "Herky, there's been some daylight robbery!
Your meal's all gone, I'm sorry to say
The thief ran off...'Went that away."
Thinks me a fool, that naughty cat
Thinks I, well we'll see about that!
Later,on the flagstones.
Sir Millhouse, (dropping a mouse upon the ground before himself).:
Once again, I have been out on the hunt,
From across the road I bring back lunch.
I shall eat it soon when I've finished boasting,
Perhaps Two-legs-pouch-face'll give a roasting.
Lord Hercules:
I'll not forget, my food you stole.
Licked it from my serving bowl.
Methinks that mouse should be for me,
Fair's fair I say, so that's my tea.
Lord Hercules deftly picks up the mouse
And disappears round side of the house.
Sir Millhouse sits with eyes of dismay.
He's pinched my mouse and run away!
Oh well, I must just wash this paw
Then pop indoors and ask for more.
Herky
1 comment:
Hello Herky,
It's been a while since I wrote
because there's not been much of note
And also 'cos your clever prose
Which never-endingly does flow
Seems a little hard to match
For one who's never even caught a rat
A mouse, a frog and once a bat!
But not much for now a full grown cat.
I've got so used to bland old crunchies,
For breakfast, tea and even lunchies,
I even turned down fresh breast of chicken
Placed in my bowl by one of the children.
I like to lie in front of the computer
Do you?
With best whiskers,
Milkshakes
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