Wilkie The Cat: A Poem

July 12, 2016 at 5:01 pm (Humour, Literature, Poetry) (, , )

Wilkie The Cat: A Poem

And so stood Wilkie the Cat
playing Cricket with a bat
And when the game had finished
He was feeling thirsty and famished

So the feline went down to the local pub
where he ordered some beer and grub
He ate, drank and went home to the tub
where he washed
his sponge squashed

He dried himself off
and said with a cough
tomorrow I dance the Tennessee Waltz
and sneezed after inhaling sea salts

For Wilkie the Cat had entered a dance contest
As far as dancers went, he thought he was the best

And so at Studio 50 x 4
like Fred Astaire he waltzed through the door
There was Mitzi looking pritzy
his dance partner for this night
after several martinis she was really quite tight

But they danced and they pranced
They really looked entranced
Doing the beautiful Tennessee waltz
as Simon Cowell ate his chocolate malts
He gave them a perfect score
and they took 1st prize out the door
where Tipsy Mitzi dropped it on the shore
Wilkie washed off the sand
and motioned to the band
And they played once more
As Simon did snore
They played the beautiful Tennessee Waltz
As in the evening breeze
Wilkie did sneeze
His whiskers dangling with sea salts

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday July 12th 2016.

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12 Comments

  1. Natasha Pea said,

    I hope you found a place to stay Chris.

  2. Hyperion said,

    What could be better than waltzing to the Tennesee Waltz? Wilkie the Tennesee Waltzing Cat has class no doubt and so does Mitzi.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, I love the Tennessee Waltz myself. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Wilkie and Mitzi are indeed a couple of classy cats. ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Hyperion said,

        I could see classy cats in gowns and tuxedos waltzing on the dance floor in a spotlight.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        That would make a good cartoon, wouldn’t it?

        I’d love to see a cartoon like that. ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Hyperion said,

        I think that would be a good project for Pixar. I’d pay twice to see that ๐Ÿ˜‰

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        So would I. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. ั•ะฝั”ััฮนั” โˆ‚ั” ฮฝฮฑโ„“ั”ัฮนฮฑ said,

    Good morning from Germany, Chris! Had my third cup of coffee and it is extremely hot over here. And it will reach 38ยฐ degrees on Wednesday. Ugh! Gladly, that I am recovering faster. Just the coughing is still there.

    Now, this is quite an amusing poem about a cat. Reminded me of that slick, smart, witty and naughty cat in Shrek. And yes, it can dance!

    (โ€แ—ขโ€)

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, an intelligent dancing cat. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Just the sort of cat aliens would want to catnap for catnip. ๐Ÿ˜€

      Wishing you a wonderful week ahead.

      38 degrees really hot! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

      Hope your cough will be gone soon.

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