The gourmet cat was of course Cumberleylaude
The gourmet cat was of course Cumberleylaude,
Who did very little to earn his dinner and board,
Indeed, he was always out and about,
Patronising the haunts where he would find,
People are generous and nice and kind,
Serving good food to this culinary lout!
With care he chooses his place to dine,
And dresses accordingly, if he has time,
Tasting all that Neville Road offers,
With never a thought for anyone's coffers!
The best is only fit for the best he opines,
When he wants salmon, or duck, or expensive French wines.
Until one day when he will find,
All of the doors closed and the windows blind,
Then monocle and cane he will have to discard
And realise that hunting isn't so hard,
That mouse is tasty and starling sweet,
And that Neville Road is a bounteous street!
thank you and ts elliot for the nice poem
ReplyDeleteYou might paraphrase the poem thus: Arbeit macht frei...once you get a knack for it, hunting is like a snack, a bite or a drink to-go from Starbucks or Macdonalds. I shall mention this possibility to my crew and to the mouse in the living room, that has been foolishly resisting ceasing it's activities and turning into a happy meal for quite some time now.
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