Why the Cat Purrs
Why the Cat Purrs
There once was a Persian Pussycat
Who always loved to pounce
He relished skittering, squeaking mice
That he munched on by the ounce
One day a mouse named Mortimer
Cried: “I’m no tasty treat!
You’ll surely hate my bones and fur
Sticking in your teeth!”
“So Percival, please be merciful
Have a heart - reconsider – do!
Even a fine feline like yourself
Loathes a messy meal – don’t you?”
“Little mousy morsel purr-haps you’re right”
His Royal Percyness said
“In fact, purr-suade me, impurr-tinent pal
Make me spare your life instead”
As the cat settled down and fluffed his ruff
Morty’s sweat began to run
Mr. P flashed his beautiful azure eyes
You could tell he was having fun
“All cats love chicken and beef” said the mouse
“It’s so easy to open up tins!
Say – you could lie on a beach all day
Ingesting fish with great big fins!”
“As if I would deign to get sand in my coat”
Besides, I already eat those”
I’ve had dinner, but guess who'll be dessert?”
Then swallowed Morty from head to toes
Every breed of cat is purr-fectly content
Chasing and playing with its prey
They have their mouse and eat it too
That’s purr-petually their way
Entry for the Cat Tails Contest by Constance La France
Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2010
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