The Purrem - by Simbo Rumblebelly
And just what is that?
Asleep on the mat So fluffy and fat It must be a cat! With soft flowing fur A him or a her? Noisily it purrs Then quickly it stirs It stretches its claws Like sharp tools of war It crosses the floor And heads out the door Soon prowling the grass This fluffy outcast But moving quite fast As bounders walk past Out hunting for shrews And mice and rats too Anything that moves It gets one or two It scratches a flea Beneath an oak tree Then looks up to see It's bird pie for tea! The birds do not stay They all fly away They won't be its prey No bird pie today It strolls down a lane Now hungry again As it starts to rain Its home calls its name Back at the homestead A lass rests in bed It claws at her head And cries to be fed Lass opens the door A well-stocked food store The cat licks its paw It's hungry no more And so that is that! It's back to the mat And there it's now sat All hail the cat! Some information about the artist: Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor. |
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