The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Mar 8, 2007
Harry
The first time that I saw his face,
The cat who did not know his place,
He marched in through my kitchen door
And sat himself upon the floor.
He looked around and seemed to say
'This looks all right, I think I'll stay.'
I did not know from where he came;
But thought I might just play his game.
Now! Let me see what we can find,
A dish of milk? Some bacon rind?
But no! He did not fancy that,
He is a most discerning cat.
When later he was quite replete,
The fish devoured — oh, such a treat.
He looked approvingly at me,
And then, jumped up upon my knee.
'I'd like a stroke, if that's okay,
I don't want to be sent away.'
Now! I already have a cat.
'Intruder? I don't fancy that.'
So I must keep the two apart
Which wasn't easy from the start.
My own's fifteen and getting weak.
A new friend isn't what he'll seek.
Each time I open up the door,
He's in the kitchen, on the floor.
His cry demands that we should feed;
He has a constant, hungry need.
He has a really loud MEEYOW!
Almost as if he's saying NOW!
He curls up on a kitchen chair,
One easily forgets he's there.
He looks so sweet when sound asleep.
Do not disturb — around we creep.
He's such a lovely little man,
We give him all the love we can.
Such friendship has he brought to bear,
That we can only love and care
For Harry — as that is his name,
We have discovered, since he came
Into our lives — gave it a lift,
And we consider it a gift.
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