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Nice Cat?

Nice cat,

Good cat,

Kind cat,

You think.

Bad cat,

Dire cat,

Grim cat,

I think.

What to do,

With this cat,

Treat him nice,

Or punish him,

Kill the cat,

Treat the cat,

Or let him be,

Ignoring him.

Castleknock Henry

There once was a cat called Henry

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.

Weirdo Cat

Castleknock Henry, is a cat that is fat,

It’s fatter than fat, a cat that’s so fat,

It cannot get into its home natural way,

Neither door or by window, I tell you, I say.

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It enters its home via the roof,

The chimney above the chosen route,

Landing below in a cloud of black soot,

It meows, mama, it have landed, forsooth.

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Gazing at it in anger and dismay,

Its mama cried out, you have ruined my day,

Destroyed the hard work I put into this place,

Making it nice my suppers and dates,

I should have listened to Ged; he warned me about you,

Weirdo cat be away I want no more of you!

Castlekock Henry is one horrible cat

Castlekock Henry is one horrible cat,

That’s not an opinion, it’s a simple plain fact,

Sleeping all day and hunting all night,

Killing for fun; such a terrible sight,

What can we do to stop this bad cat,

Short of feeding him Prozac or Valium extract?

When will it end we gasp in despair,

As he saunters away for a night of blood air,

It will end, he meows, when I am too old for this route,

Now leave me alone lest I turn my attention to YOU.

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I am not Roald Dahl

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