Poem - the Purrem

Post date: Dec 05, 2010 11:54:38 AM

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.