Animals, Character, Domestic, Poetry

Clarence, the Cat

Clarence, the old ginger tom,

is quite a funny cat.

Sleeping under stars at night

and diving into this and that.

You’ll hear him scowling at the cars

or staring up at the moon and stars

and though he likes to snooze at night

that doesn’t stop him having fights

When on his way – he’ll walk for miles

but locals always look and smile

he stops at kerbside – taking care

as cars on the road from everywhere

He knows all of the local shops

and to their owners off he pops

He likes his fish, and loves his meat

and fish guts are a special treat.

If desperate – he’ll go and catch a mouse

and leave it somewhere in the house

But you’ll only know – and only hail

if you find that mouse’s tail

When he’s pampered and well fed,

he’ll move his striped paws off to bed.

Dreaming of fish and birds and that –

Clarence, our dear old pussy cat.


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