Ay, There's The Rump!

Scene 3: Yet another morning in the darkened scullery.

Enter through cat-cullis, Lord Millhouse.

He sets aside his arms with haste;
And lays down the mouse he's laid to waste.

Says Herk, "Another gift, my Lord, ye bring?
For this small crime you'll surely swing.
For hath the master not dictated,
no more mouse be masticated?"

Millhouse proceeds to crunch then chews,
"But Herk, this vice keeps me amused."
A silence befalls while bones are eaten;
alas, too soon ye cat is beaten.
Mouse rump abandoned on the floor;
Millhouse legged it out the door!

This scene, methinks occurs too often
For time my master's heart to soften.
To eat: to clear the floor:
Ay, there's the rump
For what wrath may grow if he sees that lump
Lying there upon the floor
Not one and twenty inches from the door?
(Haven't I been here once before?)

Well, master stumbled in the room
And must have seen my eyes agloom;
For rump was spotted pretty dam-ned quick
And rump ejected; with dustpan flick.
(Master looking rather sick!)

Sayth I, "Oh master, pray don't take the hump;
T'were Millhouse left that mousey rump;
Pray sir be not ye badly grouched
Breakfast please! A rabbit; pouched"

With that the master smiled; bowed a sweeping bow
And I thanked him with a polite meow
The pouch presented with due respect
Lord Millhouse?
He'll blooming well get his later;
I expect!
(Must get out of this Elizabethan phase!)


Herkspeare