I am Henry, a cat, and cool is my game,
Strutting through Castleknock, looking for dames,
Sweet chicks to fondle pamper and delight,
Meowing them sweetly while giving the eye,
It’s a cat thing I do, please try to understand,
It’s why I am here in this fair and green land,
Creating my offspring, far too many to count,
I have to dash off now; I see a cat I can mount.
Posted by The Crazymad Writer on February 9, 2017 in cool cat, horrible cat
Tags: castleknock, cat, Dublin, henry, horrible, horrible cat
Castleknock Henry is a fine cat,
Enjoying his food while getting quite fat,
Off to the garden he sets off in hast,
To find a nice spot to dispose of his waste,
Around and around the garden he goes,
But all that he finds is cobblelock woes,
Oh, why is there nowhere to shit?
He hisses and spits, feeling quite sick,
This garden is not cat-friendly at all,
He snaps as he finally drops his big haul,
What have you done to my garden so grand?
Says Maria, his owner, this is not part of my plan,
A garden that needs no work to put in,
Take that and that you horrible thing!
Posted by The Crazymad Writer on February 8, 2017 in funny story, humor, humour, poems
Tags: castleknock, cat, henry
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