Nikola Tesla – the almost forgotten GENIUS
Black and blue, so sore, I say,
Castleknock Henry, I saw today,
He did not like it, me visiting him,
Whopped my arse and made it sting.
I tried to calm him, make us friends,
It enraged him more, not make amends,
He spat and scratched and punched me hard,
I retreated fast fighting a rear guard
What to do,
With this cat,
Treat him nice,
Or punish him,
Kill the cat,
Treat the cat,
Or let him be,
There once was a cat called Henry,
A Castleknock cat, not very friendly,
He thought he was smart,
Going out in the dark,
Until he fell down in a hole, did Henry.
While stuck in that dark place,
Henry thought about his life, his fate,
About the jerk he had been,
To all he had seen,
So he promised to be good, did Henry.
Suddenly, a stick falling into that hole,
Presented a way to escape from it all,
Once freed from that space,
Henry forgot his promise, though great.
And returned to his bad ways, nasty Henry.
One day when Henry was at home,
He fell asleep in the window, alone,
It was an incredibly hot day,
The sun shone brightly away,
And burnt him to a crisp, killing Henry.
The moral of my story is this,
Treat everyone you meet with a wish,
That them all fine,
Lest you reach the end of the line,
In a window, like Castleknock Henry.