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My my, my big fluffy cat - mag 294


























©Shers Gallagher 2015


So, you fancy you can cook
and have caught a poor mouse 
for another big cat.
Or, so you’re led to think,
as it's really only me. 
And you and I,
we share our love of cheese
which is always in-house:
old Amsterdam and Gouda
next to creamy pots of camembert 
and brie.
But so is our mouse betrapped
all for its love of cheese.
And you have sprung it into pots
while the bigger cat's away,
knowing this is when it’s time for play.
Now it’s simmering with pleas,
this squeaky little rodent,
folded into curds and whey 
to be served as such a nice surprise 
from adoring you to honoured me.

Aisling Books / Magpie Tales

Comments

  1. Nothing wrong with sharing a love of cheese. This made me smile.

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  2. Ouch.. I can see the big cat's joy when finding a rodent in his fondue... :-)

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  3. Fricassee of rodent, a family favorite.

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  4. Oh my! Beware the bubbling pots ....

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  5. Hahaha... easily one of the most creative takes on this prompt :)

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  6. "And you have sprung it into pots
    while the bigger cat's away,
    knowing this is when it’s time for play."

    Nice one.

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  7. Fantastic rollicking verse ! pauwel Kuscinski would be laughing uproariously !

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  8. Look at your clever rhyming! I've yet to attempt such a feat! Clever piece.

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