Notes About The Poem
My dad liked to fish when he was off long enough and always brought back a couple of fish to give to Smokey. Smokey felt it was his due and intended to have it. Sometimes if you weren't careful our fridge didn't close all the way. Smokey was able to get inside for his treat. Imagine his surprise to find it still fighting.
Life With Smokey
Life with Smokey was never dull.
He was fun and adventure,
It never lulled.
So quiet and regal he seemed to be,
So dignified,
That you couldn't see,
The rascal there in the heart of that cat.
He seemed so gentle,
Who'd have guessed that,
He was king of the thieves with fresh seafood around;
A varlet, a knave,
His vices abound.
He climbed in the fridge for the fresh crab meat there;
And when one fell out,
It gave him a scare,
For it still was alive and it scurried away,
With Smokey behind it,
"Oh good! Now we'll play."
"I'll swat it about until it just dies."
But the crab grabbed his paw,
And we ran to his cries.
Dad grabbed up the crab and put it right back.
Then gave him a fish,
He'd remembered to pack,
So Smokey could have his treat as before.
Not caught this time,
But bought at the store.
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