My cat plays ball in the
While the tub, of course, is bone dry,
And the frantic antics
of the cat,
Often cause the ball to fly high.
With a good swift bat, the tiny
Can send the ball up to the rim,
Where it rolls around
and then goes down,
For the cat to bat at again.
But one day the ball flew out of the tub,
adjacent porcelain pot,
It vanished then from the little cat's
And did not bounce back ... as it ought.
The porcelain pot was big and round,
And the water
it held, deep and cold,
The cat was sad; she felt very bad,
With her ball
now submerged in that bowl.
Disturbed, distressed, under major duress,
closed her eyes tight and jumped in
She landed head-first in that
cold, wet vat,
And got soaked clear through to her skin.
Pulled out by the furry nape of
And dried off with a thick, thirsty
The bewildered, damp cat sat limply
Amidst hysterical wails
So where oh where had her little ball
It surely was nowhere in sight,
Had the porcelain bowl swallowed it
Oh my, what a terrible plight!
But her S. O. S. cries got swift
When a plumber soon answered the call,
He'd come to plumb, and his job was well
When he gave back to the cat her lost
Her master was dazed by the plumber's bill,
Although pleased that the ball got
But the blasť cat could not have cared
About the bill for One Hundred
Well, gosh ... a One
Hundred Dollar ball game,
For a flat, skinny purse was
I wondered then ... should I put the cat back ...
that porcelain bowl ... and just ... FLUSH!
Copyright July 2010
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